A/n: Hello! This is a 9/11 story. I can only imagine the pain the victims of this horrible day in America's history must have felt. RIP 9/11 victims. This is in America's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides this story.
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I woke up pumped for today. I got dressed and ate some breakfast. I had a huge meeting today with the president. Finishing up my breakfast, I rushed out into the busy New York streets. Almost to the meeting room, I felt terror course through my body, the terror of my citizens. I looked up at the Twin towers I was standing by only to see a really low plane. I tried to think of any airports near me but none popped into my mind. Glancing back up to the plane, I realized where the terror was from, that plane. Trying to see where the plane was heading I followed its path. More terror struck my heart as I realized where the plane was headed, straight into the Twin Towers. I pulled out my phone and quickly called the president but before I could even press call, pain coursed through me.
I looked up, to see the plane I was previously staring at crash into one of the twin towers. Panic gripped my heart as I saw the panic stricken faces of the people surrounding me. I felt my lungs fill up with smoke, gasping for air I fell to my knees. The panicking people around me were heartbreaking.
Another wave of pain ripped through my body. The gasps of the crowd let me know another plane had stuck the other Tower. I was in so much pain I couldn't even look up.
Soon afterward horrific pain swept through my body. I felt the terror and panic of crashing down onto the hard ground. I felt the pain of debris falling on top of me, crushing me. After the pain had left, I felt spasms of pain tear through my arms, and legs, leaving me shivering after every one. Not long after more pain passed through. This time it was unbearable. I screamed out in agony.
I felt the pain and sorrow of the people jumping out of both buildings, smacking the ground with a sickening crack. I heard the last tower standing crack apart and fall. I screamed out in pain louder than ever. It felt like a blade was cutting through my whole entire body, but when the dreaded blade reached my heart it twisted around over and over again. I don't know when the pain stopped or how long I laid there in the street, or when I fell asleep, but I do know, I would find the person or people who were behind this. My people would get past this! We are Americans we can and will get past anything thrown at us. My people and I are stronger than ever before. They had fucked with the wrong country that day.
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