“Thump!” I wake as soon as I hit the ground. Groggily I sit up, clutching my bed that I had just fallen out of. I grip my head, a twinge of pain shakes me fully awake. I groan as I push myself to my feet grabbing my dresser as a brace. My leg slips into the leg of my pants. Slowly I finish getting dressed. I head to the kitchen for my wonderful breakfast of dried granola and water. As I munch on my breakfast I listen to the news. “Welcome to channel four news!” A man appears on screen behind a desk. “Earlier today William Wrights, director of the academy award winning, When I Die, Will you find me? Passed away after a night of drinking, he will be missed.” I grab the remote to change the channel, but a new backdrop of a city in ruins catches
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He pulls a pen out of his breast pocket and begins to spin it in his hand, “Mr. Dent, tell me if I’m wrong, but I believe that this is your,” he pauses counting in his mind, “”fifth time being late in the last, oh I don’t know, week!” He slams his fist against my desk.
I jump at hi sudden outburst, “I’m terribly sorry sir,” I say, groveling at his feet, “But the traffic is just-”
He explodes, “Don’t give me your excuses, Dent!” Saying my name distastefully, “This is your last straw! One more screw up and you’re out of here!” His thumb shoots towards the door, and with that eruption he straightens his coat and exits the room, leaving me bewildered and confused.
I shuffle over to my window and look to the south tower rising next to me. I look up at the top of the building, craning my neck to stare at the elusive peak. I really hate my boss sometimes… all the time. But at least… What is that?
Through the pane I glimpse a plane diving towards the tower. Plummeting through the air in a strangely controlled dive.
What are you doing? You’re going to hit it. If it doesn’t pull up soon it might… no it was going to…”
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Hey! Mark are you okay? Hey!” I hear a voice though my shock induced stupor.
I slowly raze my head, “Hello?” I croak, then again a bit louder, “Hello?!”
I hear the same voice from my right, “Oh thank god, you're alive. It’s Cameron Shaw, from four offices down. I’ve been calling you for about an hour.
I smile a bit, glad someone’s with me, “Are you hurt?”
“No, my legs stuck under something. So I can’t move. Are you okay?”
Looking down at my stomach I say, “No, I have a piece of metal though my-” Another wave of nausea, another pile of sick, “A piece of metal my stomach.” I finish.
“Oh jeez, how can you even talk in that state. I would have passed out a while ago.”
“Well I did.”
“Still kind of amazing.” He lets out a heartless laugh.
I chuckle along with him for only a few seconds before I entered a long coughing fit. Every hack shook my body with pain, spraying the floor with blood, my vision slightly darkens. After a minute or so my paroxysm passes, slowly I readjust myself back into my original position.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” Cameron inquired, worriedly.
Pain still gasping me, I managed to answer, “ Yeah, I’m fine now, let’s just try not to laugh
He pulls a pen out of his breast pocket and begins to spin it in his hand, “Mr. Dent, tell me if I’m wrong, but I believe that this is your,” he pauses counting in his mind, “”fifth time being late in the last, oh I don’t know, week!” He slams his fist against my desk.
I jump at hi sudden outburst, “I’m terribly sorry sir,” I say, groveling at his feet, “But the traffic is just-”
He explodes, “Don’t give me your excuses, Dent!” Saying my name distastefully, “This is your last straw! One more screw up and you’re out of here!” His thumb shoots towards the door, and with that eruption he straightens his coat and exits the room, leaving me bewildered and confused.
I shuffle over to my window and look to the south tower rising next to me. I look up at the top of the building, craning my neck to stare at the elusive peak. I really hate my boss sometimes… all the time. But at least… What is that?
Through the pane I glimpse a plane diving towards the tower. Plummeting through the air in a strangely controlled dive.
What are you doing? You’re going to hit it. If it doesn’t pull up soon it might… no it was going to…”
Realization and horror wipe over my face milliseconds before the …show more content…
Hey! Mark are you okay? Hey!” I hear a voice though my shock induced stupor.
I slowly raze my head, “Hello?” I croak, then again a bit louder, “Hello?!”
I hear the same voice from my right, “Oh thank god, you're alive. It’s Cameron Shaw, from four offices down. I’ve been calling you for about an hour.
I smile a bit, glad someone’s with me, “Are you hurt?”
“No, my legs stuck under something. So I can’t move. Are you okay?”
Looking down at my stomach I say, “No, I have a piece of metal though my-” Another wave of nausea, another pile of sick, “A piece of metal my stomach.” I finish.
“Oh jeez, how can you even talk in that state. I would have passed out a while ago.”
“Well I did.”
“Still kind of amazing.” He lets out a heartless laugh.
I chuckle along with him for only a few seconds before I entered a long coughing fit. Every hack shook my body with pain, spraying the floor with blood, my vision slightly darkens. After a minute or so my paroxysm passes, slowly I readjust myself back into my original position.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” Cameron inquired, worriedly.
Pain still gasping me, I managed to answer, “ Yeah, I’m fine now, let’s just try not to laugh