9/11/01 narative

D0D-SKRIKE
9/11/13

                                        And it all Ended with a Bang

It was 9/11/01, the day started of crisp and the city bustled with an excitement of sorts and newly found energy. This was, of course, a pretty normal day in New York. From road workers, teachers, to the every day pickpockets, they were all doing their job, trying to acquire and complete life goals. It had been a rather inspirational month since the twin towers had come up. Pride, freedom, plans, and thoughts had already been made by the people of and surrounding New York.
Near by in a small coffee shop sat an average journalist, enjoying his coffee and the perfect view of one of America’s newest symbols of pride and dreams. He stood, paid for his meal, and being naturally observant, he saw a couple pointing and hurriedly talking to each other. He turned to see a magnificent airplane, blackened by the shadows the sun cast. He shuttered at how unnaturally low it had been flying, and then suddenly snapped back to reality, he dropped his coffee and sprinted out the door. He stopped, eyes widened with shock and horror as he watched. Had you been in his place you would have felt time slow, seconds felt as if hours, he prayed that the plane would miss or lift at the last second, but fate would not have it.
The screams rattled his skull like an explosion, he was glued to the spot watching in agony as his whole life crumbled like a tower of building blocks. He absorbed every detail, the bone chilling cries, windows were open, people were leaping out as if trying to catch the last bit of their life that had just fled through the window. People flooded out of the towers like ants, then the towers fell, floor upon floor it descended to the ground. As a fact, gravity is not kind, but this was a cruelty unknown to mankind.
Rubble and ashes filled the city with a saddened darkness, people scattered to the nearest buildings for shelter and air, but he could not move, stuck on the spot he replayed the seen over and over and over in his mind. The plain nailing the world’s tallest skyscrapers like an unwavering dart, the towers falling in to a sad lifeless heap, and all he could hear was all of those peoples last dieing screams “HELP!” they cried, and he ran.
By the time the smoke and dust had cleared a little and the people came out from there shelter, the fist person they would have seen was him, staring with jaded eyes over the massive pile of bent metal and scattered bodies, tears streamed down his face in sadness. He cried out at the loss of his family, his wife and unborn child. His dreams of a new life and a family had been snatched away by the acts of hate and the start of a new war. An officer put a hand on his shoulder, ”Sir we need to get you to a hospital.” but all he could manage was a few tears as the cold hands of death took his last breath.