The eyes of 9/11/01

Dawson Capozzoli

The thought about our new life being canceled slowed my walking pace down. The picture in my mind signaled a burning heart feeling and my head to clog up. Mr. Briskly started to walk faster, equaling up to our original speed. A fire broke out right in front of us. The burning sensation build up, trickling up my leg. I stopped, dropped, and rolled. My worst fear since I was a little boy. I kept rolling until the fire left my leg. I carefully stood up... beat. Mr. Briskly stood a few feet away. I caught up to him. Fire was spreading. We were in a life or death situation. My lungs filled with smoke. I made my way down the stairs. Mr. Briskly trailed behind me, surrounded by coworkers of mine.
I kept moving. I coughed continuously. Smoke filled my eyes. My eyesight became very blurry. I was dizzy. I started to fall. Everything was black.

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I awakened to the smell of latex gloves and rubbing alcohol. White walls and a grey floor complemented the room. I looked down. I was in a bed. A hospital bed. What happened?! A woman wearing a white shirt came into the room. "How are you feeling sir?" She asked with a kind voice. "So far so good, but what happened?" I asked. "A paramedic lifted you onto a stretcher and brought you here, from the twin tower. We think the plane was hijacked, causing it to crash." She finished. She sighed. Then it hit me. Where was Bethany? Shock spread over me. Was Bethany okay? She worked at the Verizon store which was right next to the twin tower. "Do you know if my fiancé is okay? Her name is Bethany Larson." I asked with a crack in my voice. "She just called. She is on her way now. She is okay, sir." The nurse exclaimed. I sat back down, my head touching the soft white pillow in my hospital bed, remembering that September 11th would be in my mind... Forever.