Chapter 1
In this Fanfic, 9/11 happened when Haruhi was seven. She is now sixteen. She and her mother were in the world trade center that day. She and her mother were visiting their family that lived in America. Their family decided to take them on a tour of the city that day. When the first of the planes crashed into the world trade center, they were only four floors below the plane. So without further ado, let us jump on into the Haruhi's world.
Haruhi's POV:
Five days until the anniversary. Five days until the anniversary of the day that took my mother and cousins away from me. I am the only one of us that survived that horrible day. Even though it was nine years ago, I still remember that day as if it were yesterday. 9/11… The worst day of my life. I thought I was going to die. I wanted to die, but I wanted to survive. I wanted everyone to live. I remember the smell of the smoke, the sound of the screams, and seeing people take their lives into their own hands. Committing suicide. I remember the feel of the concrete pressing down on me, trying to crush the life out of me. Every year, two days before the anniversary, my father and I travel to New York City. We visit the memorial, and listen to the names being read. The names on the dead. We listen to the entire thing. We stand there and listen. Listen for the names that we know will be called. I have memorized quite a few of them by now. My therapist says that I shouldn't try to remember them. That it would be much better for my mental health if I didn't try to remember them. That it would only cause more emotional distress if I did. But I can't stop myself. I survived and they didn't. Why should I live when they didn't? The firefighter who saved me died. I saw him die. I can't imagine why anyone would do something so horrible. How anyone could kill that many people? No one but my father knows that I was there. I think that Kyoya knows that I see a therapist, and have to take medication for my anxiety, but I don't think that he knows why. I don't want him to know. I don't want anyone to know. I don't want them to look or treat me differently. However, subconsciously I know that he knows. I look at him with sad eyes, and smile at him pathetically. He turns his head towards me slightly and nods. I nod back at him and he gives me a small smile. He knows that I know that he knows. I sigh and turn back towards my task of serving tea. Kaoru and Hikaru are doing their twin cest act as per usual. Honey is sitting on Mori's shoulders eating cake while Mori holds Usa-chan. Tamaki is still sulking in his Emo corner, because I swore at him earlier; but in my defense, I am not in a good mood. Not with the anniversary coming up. The anniversary. The one day of the year that I wish that I could crawl into a hole and die. It's the day that my depression gets so much worse than any other day of the year. Dad is the only one who keeps me from killing myself. If I were to die, then he would have no one. So who would take care of him?