A/N: Alright. Shut up and listen. I know that this is set in 2001. But this is a fanfic. That
means, I can set the time to whenever I want, dammit. I had to move the time ahead to make this
work. Okay? Okay. On to my angsty/humorous/romantic/dramatic/adventurous/whatever the hell else
I forgot story!
"I hate you! I NEVER want to see you AGAIN!" The yell reverberated off of the walls of the New
York City apartment. A door at the far end of the hall slammed loudly, and soon after, loud
music drifted down the hall. A tall, muscular figure moved towards the source.
"No, Mike," a soft voice said, "Let her go." He stared down at the petite figure.
"But, Crystal, she's being so difficult!" Mike snatched his wifes hand.
"We'll talk to her after we get home from work." Crystal said. She glanced down the hall one last
time, and turned through the door to leave. They would never get home from work.
~
"Hello, this is Crystal Laraine, Audry Laraine's mother. I was calling to say that she won't be
in today. I'm afraid she's caught the flu."
"Alright, thanks for calling." Audry Callista Laraine clicked the talk button. She smoothed back
her golden hair and set the phone on the TV stand. She glanced quickly at the Calendar Clock on
top of her VCR.
10:08, Sept. 11th, it read. It's bright green letters stared menacingly at her. Audry scarmbled
for the remote.
"Oh, my god, it's collapsing! The south tower is collapsing! Look at that smoke cloud! We've got
to run, guys! RUN!" The camera bounced and shook, as far as Audry could see. She stared, mouth
gaping, as smoke and debris swirled in front of the camera, blinding her view of the chaos that
was occuring. She was jerked out of her trance as the phone rang.
'Mom and dad! They're on the top story!' She clicked the talk button hurriedly, her fingers
slipping.
"Audry! Oh, thank god. Audry, sweetie, we love you. Send a letter to Uncle Jon. We love you,
don't you ever forget!" Her mother was frantic. She seemed to know that she was going to die.
"Wait! Mommy! Don't -" She stopped short. The line had gone dead.
All of a sudden, Audry felt very cold. She wrapped herself in her mother's quilt, sat on her
bottom bunk, and rocked. Back and forth, back and forth, the colors of the bright hangings and
posters mixing before her. Her head swirled.
'Mommy!' Her mind cried out. Audry tried desperately to control her tears, but she couldn't. As
the fifteen year old girl sat there, she rocked and cried and sang to herself, and she realized
that she had turned back into a little girl.
She was helpless, and alone.
means, I can set the time to whenever I want, dammit. I had to move the time ahead to make this
work. Okay? Okay. On to my angsty/humorous/romantic/dramatic/adventurous/whatever the hell else
I forgot story!
"I hate you! I NEVER want to see you AGAIN!" The yell reverberated off of the walls of the New
York City apartment. A door at the far end of the hall slammed loudly, and soon after, loud
music drifted down the hall. A tall, muscular figure moved towards the source.
"No, Mike," a soft voice said, "Let her go." He stared down at the petite figure.
"But, Crystal, she's being so difficult!" Mike snatched his wifes hand.
"We'll talk to her after we get home from work." Crystal said. She glanced down the hall one last
time, and turned through the door to leave. They would never get home from work.
~
"Hello, this is Crystal Laraine, Audry Laraine's mother. I was calling to say that she won't be
in today. I'm afraid she's caught the flu."
"Alright, thanks for calling." Audry Callista Laraine clicked the talk button. She smoothed back
her golden hair and set the phone on the TV stand. She glanced quickly at the Calendar Clock on
top of her VCR.
10:08, Sept. 11th, it read. It's bright green letters stared menacingly at her. Audry scarmbled
for the remote.
"Oh, my god, it's collapsing! The south tower is collapsing! Look at that smoke cloud! We've got
to run, guys! RUN!" The camera bounced and shook, as far as Audry could see. She stared, mouth
gaping, as smoke and debris swirled in front of the camera, blinding her view of the chaos that
was occuring. She was jerked out of her trance as the phone rang.
'Mom and dad! They're on the top story!' She clicked the talk button hurriedly, her fingers
slipping.
"Audry! Oh, thank god. Audry, sweetie, we love you. Send a letter to Uncle Jon. We love you,
don't you ever forget!" Her mother was frantic. She seemed to know that she was going to die.
"Wait! Mommy! Don't -" She stopped short. The line had gone dead.
All of a sudden, Audry felt very cold. She wrapped herself in her mother's quilt, sat on her
bottom bunk, and rocked. Back and forth, back and forth, the colors of the bright hangings and
posters mixing before her. Her head swirled.
'Mommy!' Her mind cried out. Audry tried desperately to control her tears, but she couldn't. As
the fifteen year old girl sat there, she rocked and cried and sang to herself, and she realized
that she had turned back into a little girl.
She was helpless, and alone.