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Bad Dream (9/11 Related)
14 years ago
I think with all the talk of the 9/11 attacks ten years ago, my mind went into overdrive and decided to make the experience real.
Keep in mind, this is a work of fiction based on real documentaries and firsthand eyewitness stories that I was forced to watch and read.
Inside the WTC, I think it was the second building that got hit, or the second to go down. I'm not quite sure of the order. Either way, the other one had just gone down. We were listening to the news in the stairwells, which I don't think could have happened because of the noise, and the fact that I don't think they put news speakers in the stairwells.
Anyways, we were going up several floors, I was in a group of about ten, a rescuer, two lawyers?, and a bunch of other workers at the WTC, many of them had some injuries, probably had been near a fire when it started, but they were cut up pretty bad, burns, it wasn't good. We were all going up, which made me immediately assume that we had already received word or found first-hand that there was a blocked area below us. I was trying to get everyone to hurry, but maybe it was just me with an excessive amount of energy, as I had just appeared. I think I was the only one that knew that the tower we were in was going to collapse soon. Exactly when, I wasn't sure.
We traveled a few hallways, stairwells, and eventually ended up going back down, a clear path. I can only assume we were one of the first groups out, maybe 10 others before us, about the same size. One man I was accompanying, wasn't getting the idea that the tower was going to come down. He was travelling slowly, which I can understand. Going as far as he did, would be a hard task.
"The door's right ahead!" I called to him. He just saw the landing, didn't think we were actually on the ground floor yet.
"Great." He said sarcastically.
"No, really! Out this door, and it's right there!" I called back. I went out, pointing to the door. His pace quickened a bit, eager to finally get out.
I ran out the door, thinking the tower was going to come down any second. We were the last two of our group.
Thinking of it, dreaming it, never can fully understand what it would have been like to be there. Waking up was a relief to me, knowing that I wasn't actually there. Unfortunately, being there, you can't wake up. What started as a normal day at the office, turned to tragedy. I hope that those that survived are able to live, and continue with these horrific events burned into their memories.
The rest of the rescuers and workers, and whoever else may have been there that lost their life, rest in peace.
Keep in mind, this is a work of fiction based on real documentaries and firsthand eyewitness stories that I was forced to watch and read.
Inside the WTC, I think it was the second building that got hit, or the second to go down. I'm not quite sure of the order. Either way, the other one had just gone down. We were listening to the news in the stairwells, which I don't think could have happened because of the noise, and the fact that I don't think they put news speakers in the stairwells.
Anyways, we were going up several floors, I was in a group of about ten, a rescuer, two lawyers?, and a bunch of other workers at the WTC, many of them had some injuries, probably had been near a fire when it started, but they were cut up pretty bad, burns, it wasn't good. We were all going up, which made me immediately assume that we had already received word or found first-hand that there was a blocked area below us. I was trying to get everyone to hurry, but maybe it was just me with an excessive amount of energy, as I had just appeared. I think I was the only one that knew that the tower we were in was going to collapse soon. Exactly when, I wasn't sure.
We traveled a few hallways, stairwells, and eventually ended up going back down, a clear path. I can only assume we were one of the first groups out, maybe 10 others before us, about the same size. One man I was accompanying, wasn't getting the idea that the tower was going to come down. He was travelling slowly, which I can understand. Going as far as he did, would be a hard task.
"The door's right ahead!" I called to him. He just saw the landing, didn't think we were actually on the ground floor yet.
"Great." He said sarcastically.
"No, really! Out this door, and it's right there!" I called back. I went out, pointing to the door. His pace quickened a bit, eager to finally get out.
I ran out the door, thinking the tower was going to come down any second. We were the last two of our group.
Thinking of it, dreaming it, never can fully understand what it would have been like to be there. Waking up was a relief to me, knowing that I wasn't actually there. Unfortunately, being there, you can't wake up. What started as a normal day at the office, turned to tragedy. I hope that those that survived are able to live, and continue with these horrific events burned into their memories.
The rest of the rescuers and workers, and whoever else may have been there that lost their life, rest in peace.
