What if the Flock happened to turn on the TV on 9/11...what if? Rest in peace fighters and workers, you will be forever missed. America Silenced Angel POV
I was lying on my bed, tangled up in sheets, on a bright September morning. Someone jostled me awake. Ok, not jostled, more like punched me awake. I blinked a couple of times. My eyes focused on a very distraught looking Max. Tear were threatening to spill down her cheeks.
"Who died?" I grumbled, not to happy to be woken up. A tear spilled.
"I think…a lot of people…" Her voice choked.
She grabbed me bridal style and ran me to the living room where Iggy and Gazzy were surrounding the TV. Their mouth was agape, their eyes wide. They simultaneously looked at Max and I, said nothing, then turned back to the TV.
"Where's Fang and Nudge?" I asked, still having no idea what was happening.
"Fang's waking up Nudge." Max said softly, as if she was in a daze.
She laid me on the couch and sat me on her lap, telling Gazzy and Iggy to come sit with her. Which they did. Gazzy took his seat beside me, putting his on my leg. Iggy sat next to Max, taking her hand in his. Fang burst into the room, dragging a very unkempt looking Nudge. She was mumbling nonsense words. Her eyes widened when they met the TV screen. It seemed everyone knew what was going on, except me.
"Oh my god…" Fang whispered.
"Those people are jumping!" Gazzy screamed, horrified. Jumping? Jumping on what, or for what?
"There's a second plane…" Nudge whispered, putting her hand over her mouth.
I looked out the TV screen. Seeing a building burst into flames. I immediately thought it was a movie, but then realized the Flock wouldn't react this way to a movie. What on earth was happening? Max gasped in shock, her arms tightened around me.
"Their falling, their falling…" Max mumbled into my hair. Nudge burst into tears and Gazzy was fighting to be strong.
"All those people." Fang whispered. I finally had enough of this confusion.
"Max, what's happening?" I whispered, crying slightly at the scene of the crying Flock.
"Angel, baby. Planes were crashed into the Twin Towers." Max started to cry silently.
"The worst terrorist attack known to Americans." Iggy grumbled, looking mad.
This is when I finally understood what was happening.
9 years ago, I was in 1st grade. Coloring a picture when my teacher barged in and demanded everyone to line up. We did as we were told. My teacher led me to our church, where we would be under extreme lock down because our school had multiple bomb threats. I came home that day, to find my mother crying in front of the TV, I was 6 years old. I never understood what really happened that day, but I understand now…I will never forget those terrified people on that TV screen. Stay safe, and God Bless.