9/11 Short Story DONE!
JASON MCCDEEPER. R.I.P. As I looked down at his grave, tears cascaded down my face as I remembered that deplorable disaster.
Like any accustomed day, I was working away in the accumulation of offices. The once mundane and silent floor soon erupted into an uproar of distress. At first I stood as there, fixed to the spot, as my fellow colleagues frantically ran from something. I was then screamed at by one of them and only then did I realise the peril that was at large. The first thought that entered my mind was not to seek refuge but to save Jason (my husband). I meandered my way through the masses of people that were fighting their way to the ground.
When I reached my destination (the stairs to Jason’s office, floor 50) I distinguished an orange radiance seeping under the door. Frantically I grasped the door handle, my palms sweating, and hauled the door open. I was immediately engulfed by a vapour of smoke. My eyes darted from zone to zone desperately seeking to locate the face of my husband. All I could see was the outline of petrified people running around. “Get out of here women, are you mental? A collision with a plane has just occurred and your first thoughts were to get nearer!” An onlooker yelled. I looked at the man, seeing tears streaming down his face. He hustled me over to where I appeared from; I stopped him by saying “Where’s Jason?” Comprehending that he couldn’t get me away he scampered to cover, avoiding the flames that were ferociously licking everywhere. I was positioned near the window and a blur (closely followed by a stressed shout) passed by me. Curiosity won the better of me as my full attention was momentarily directed outside. Clusters of fire-fighter’s were assembled close to the towers, watching as “objects” fell from a tremendous height. I soon realised those “objects” were people. Human beings. If Jason had decided to jump I needed to be at the bottom for him. Briskly, I fought my way through the now biting flames and towards the exit. The elevator had been demolished as had the stairs. No way back.
As I was swept up into a crowd and rushed to the roof, I collided with a brown haired guy. Slowly, my head lifted, my eyes connected with those so familiar hazel eyes and my heart pounded as I had accomplished my mission of searching for Jason. As his lips captured mine, we enjoyed a unique moment together in the knowledge it could be our last. Wanting it to last forever, it was cut short by a scalding tempreture coming in contact with our skin. In reaction we both jumped back and beheld the image of the fires hungrily eating anything and everything in its way.
Our eyes travelled towards the path to the roof and saw it had been devoured as had the way we came. We were trapped like mice and our only other option was the window. His hand latched onto mine as we trembled towards our most certain deaths. We crouched down on the ledge and smashed the glass; bits which cut my skin like scissors cut paper. Even though I was bleeding I didn’t care and instead looked towards Jase for the last time. He flashed the smile that always melted my heart and the fire created an eerie glow that made his face even more perfected. He kissed me once more; which like always I melted and he whispered, “I love you.” With a smile on my face, I replied now “I love you too.” Tears were flowing down both of our faces as we launched ourselves out, hand in hand, before we could fall victim to the wave of smoke and flames that almost tackled us.
Our plan was to stay together and fall together. Jason, however, had tweaked the plan by putting his arm around my waist and pulling me above him so that he could cushion my fall. I struggled to prevent him from doing that and failed. All that was left to do was to come in contact with the ground. Above me I could see the smoke; as dark as night in the air and the putrid smell of burning flesh lingered around us. The sounds of sirens in the distance and screams of heartbreak and distress were heard and I felt like my whole world had collapsed. His grip on my waist tightened and I knew impact wasn’t far off. He kissed my head and soon the sickening sound of bones crunching was heard from underneath me. I was in critical condition as the paramedics surrounded us. I had to see my husband for one last time and did successfully kissing him one last time before he was taken away forever.
There won't be a sequel! Thanks for reading!!
Like any accustomed day, I was working away in the accumulation of offices. The once mundane and silent floor soon erupted into an uproar of distress. At first I stood as there, fixed to the spot, as my fellow colleagues frantically ran from something. I was then screamed at by one of them and only then did I realise the peril that was at large. The first thought that entered my mind was not to seek refuge but to save Jason (my husband). I meandered my way through the masses of people that were fighting their way to the ground.
When I reached my destination (the stairs to Jason’s office, floor 50) I distinguished an orange radiance seeping under the door. Frantically I grasped the door handle, my palms sweating, and hauled the door open. I was immediately engulfed by a vapour of smoke. My eyes darted from zone to zone desperately seeking to locate the face of my husband. All I could see was the outline of petrified people running around. “Get out of here women, are you mental? A collision with a plane has just occurred and your first thoughts were to get nearer!” An onlooker yelled. I looked at the man, seeing tears streaming down his face. He hustled me over to where I appeared from; I stopped him by saying “Where’s Jason?” Comprehending that he couldn’t get me away he scampered to cover, avoiding the flames that were ferociously licking everywhere. I was positioned near the window and a blur (closely followed by a stressed shout) passed by me. Curiosity won the better of me as my full attention was momentarily directed outside. Clusters of fire-fighter’s were assembled close to the towers, watching as “objects” fell from a tremendous height. I soon realised those “objects” were people. Human beings. If Jason had decided to jump I needed to be at the bottom for him. Briskly, I fought my way through the now biting flames and towards the exit. The elevator had been demolished as had the stairs. No way back.
As I was swept up into a crowd and rushed to the roof, I collided with a brown haired guy. Slowly, my head lifted, my eyes connected with those so familiar hazel eyes and my heart pounded as I had accomplished my mission of searching for Jason. As his lips captured mine, we enjoyed a unique moment together in the knowledge it could be our last. Wanting it to last forever, it was cut short by a scalding tempreture coming in contact with our skin. In reaction we both jumped back and beheld the image of the fires hungrily eating anything and everything in its way.
Our eyes travelled towards the path to the roof and saw it had been devoured as had the way we came. We were trapped like mice and our only other option was the window. His hand latched onto mine as we trembled towards our most certain deaths. We crouched down on the ledge and smashed the glass; bits which cut my skin like scissors cut paper. Even though I was bleeding I didn’t care and instead looked towards Jase for the last time. He flashed the smile that always melted my heart and the fire created an eerie glow that made his face even more perfected. He kissed me once more; which like always I melted and he whispered, “I love you.” With a smile on my face, I replied now “I love you too.” Tears were flowing down both of our faces as we launched ourselves out, hand in hand, before we could fall victim to the wave of smoke and flames that almost tackled us.
Our plan was to stay together and fall together. Jason, however, had tweaked the plan by putting his arm around my waist and pulling me above him so that he could cushion my fall. I struggled to prevent him from doing that and failed. All that was left to do was to come in contact with the ground. Above me I could see the smoke; as dark as night in the air and the putrid smell of burning flesh lingered around us. The sounds of sirens in the distance and screams of heartbreak and distress were heard and I felt like my whole world had collapsed. His grip on my waist tightened and I knew impact wasn’t far off. He kissed my head and soon the sickening sound of bones crunching was heard from underneath me. I was in critical condition as the paramedics surrounded us. I had to see my husband for one last time and did successfully kissing him one last time before he was taken away forever.
There won't be a sequel! Thanks for reading!!
2 Comments
Is that a true story? did it really happen to you? That would be terrible
nope i dont think its a true story and i know it would be terrible i had to write it for my english