I heard shouts, cries. I felt my stomach constrict with the vile stench of smoke. My muscles won't make the run for it. My knees are weakening. There is panic, chaos, pandemonium everywhere. I felt my eyes go blur. My ears won't function anymore. I felt numb down to the very roots of my hair, my limbs.
There are people running, some had tripped because of their haste, there are those who are searching for their children left in the chaos. There are buildings collapsing. I can't find my friends. Where are they? Where are they, when I need them?
I ran down the subway to escape the scene and go home by underground train. The police are doing their best to calm the panicking people. As I ran, I saw this blonde woman calling her son's name. There is a little child whose feet got stuck in the second floor escalator. There is a man yelling, inquiring about his wife whom he left only twenty minutes ago. Their eyes all reflect the same; fear.
I gripped the metal rain with both hands and trudged the stairs down. A man immediately took hold of my shoulders. I looked up and saw a black cop guiding up the stairs. He said all trains had stopped their operation. That I must run away from all tall building as much as possible. That there are terrorists attacking.
I ran out and breathed the welcoming warm air. I looked up and saw people screaming for help at the tall floors. Some are ready to jump There are other swaying their hands and their shirts. There are those praying. They are all needing help.
I cried, scared.
- Alfred F. Jones
September 11, 2001
A/N: A tribute for the 9/11 calamity that happened back in 2001. Today's the 10th anniversary of the event. To the souls that perished, your deeds will never be forgotten. Your memory lingers inside the hearts of your loved ones.