A tear trickled down my cheek.
"James, I, I love you. You'll be okay though just think positive." I said, but I knew the truth. I would never get to see my son... Again.
I started to hyperventilate. I couldn't think straight. Why? Why does this have to happen to me? Why? "James, are you still there?" "Yes dad. I'm here. But not for long." Drops turned into waterfalls of tears. I was going to lose my only son to careless people who attacked an innocent plane. "Oh my god. There are buildings. Daddy I love yo-..." Beep. Beep. Beep. "James? Hello? James?!?!" Oh my fricken God. Still crying, I flipped on the TV to find what had caused my son's instant death. A soft voice broadcasted on the screen. "Apparently a plane named Flight 11 has crashed into the World Trade Center! Oh my god! Wow!" I became paralyzed with sorrow. THIS HAS TO BE A NIGHTMARE. PLEASE BE A NIGHTMARE. I pinched my arm. Ouch! My mind swam with questions, pleading for answers. I called the person who I just needed right now. Gerald.
"Hello? Evan, is that you?" "Gerald, hey, come here fast. I need someone to-.. talk too. James... Is dead Gerald. James is dead!" I hung up the phone before he could make out an answer. I didn't want to hear what he had to say. I just wanted to burry my face in a hole and never be found again, with only Gerald by my side. Please come quick, I pleaded to myself.
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"Evan? Evan! Open up!" My eyes fluttered open. I raced to the door and opened it. It was Gerald. "Thank you for coming Ger. Please, come in." By now, I started to cry again, but I was trying to hold it in. I hugged Gerald. I needed someone to be there for me. Tears spilled out of my eyes. I knew that there would be many more tears to come.
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The eyes of 9/11/01
Historical FictionSeptember 11, 2001. One of the most sorrowful days for the U. S. A. This gripping book is about several fictional characters that experienced this horrible day. 'Then, there was a crash, and the north tower collapsed.' "'What in the name of God has...
