9/11 » shaylor [c]

9:59 am

shawn

"shit, shit, shit."

my fragile body was hidden in the corner, curled up into a ball as the south tower of the World Trade Center tumbled down. shrieks could be heard from above, below; just everywhere.

people are flailing through the air; the people that are right next to me for about two seconds, they don't deserve it. none of us do.

the smoke is quickly filling the entire building causing everyone to stick their heads outside the windows, watching the tragic event happen before our eyes.

everyone in the room has tears running down their faces, sadness written across them.

"damn it. i just want to be safe at home," i mumble, a hand coming in contact with my shoulder.

"hey, it'll be alright. i get how you feel; i have my girl waiting at home for me," a guy around my age tries to soothe my nerves. "jacob's the name and bea loving is my game."

"shawn," i reply to jacob. "i have my boyfriend and son waiting for me at home."

"oh, i'm sorry, man."

"me too."

Xx

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- lex xx