Please, God, make the pain stop. I had blood in my eyes. Someone got in the right side of the car and put a pad on my head where I was bleeding. They ...ere saying, Don’t move, Lady. We will get you out. Let us do the work. What’s your name? I had to think ... I said, Mar ... Marsha. Marsha DiMarco, for the time being, I thought. Through the blood, I could see flashing lights and the sound of a machine. They were cutting the door frame on my car. I was pinned. As they moved me, the unbearable. Looking at them, Preeti could neither control her tears or her breast milk, which threatened to ooze out of her eyes and breasts. Preeti could not take that smell anymore. The first drops of rain had spotted the road on the ground. The musty smell of the wet earth and her leaking motherhood were strangely identical.The sky will satisfy the thirst of the earth. Preeti’s breasts were full to the brim, but she had no one thirsting for her. Her lap was empty as a desert. She returned to the. Eyes burned as particulates scratched the sensitive surface of the eye. Mike wished that he had goggles, but he’d live with irritated eyes if it meant living.The noise was almost deafening. Fire alarms were ringing. The radiation alarms were sounding. People were running to and fro screaming and shouting instructions. A woman who worked in the cafeteria was standing by the door shouting that the world was ending. Later, Mike would remember thinking that the world had indeed ended for that. It seemed as though the teacher was putting every one to sleep with her boring antics. I needed to relieve my self from that fucking hell hold before my head exploded. I raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom. I went outside and walked my way down the hall. On my way I herd our door open and shut. I turned around to see who else was leaving our dungeon of boredom but I saw no one emerging from our classroom. I sighed thinking no one else had come out and turned around to complete my.