Thank you to Sherry & Kara. I don't own Twilight. The subject matter of 9-11 is what gives it a M rating, so if you're triggered by that then please do not read.
POV- Edward
I arrived at the fire hall about an hour before my shift was to begin. I wanted to sit around and relax, maybe eat something before I had to worry about all the bad that could possibly go down.
Walking into the community living room, I pick up the remote and turn the TV on. There's nothing of interest on, but it doesn't matter because I just want the noise anyway.
I make my way into the kitchen and look in the fridge. Great there's some leftover meatloaf from last night's supper. I guess I'll just heat that up since there's no one else in here that wants to claim it.
I sit in front of the TV eating my food, watching re-runs of SpongeBob. Hey, I'm a grown man, but who doesn't love SpongeBob?
When all of a sudden a newscast interrupts the program.
What the hell is going on? I mutter to myself.
A plane has just crashed into the North Tower and our alarms are going off.
I jump to my feet and run to grab my gear.
I have a feeling this is going to be a day I will never forget.