September 11th: A Short Story

I 'm awoken. I had thought heard something. The clock says 4:17 a.m. It’s still dark out, a sudden shaking, over quickly. Tremor is the first thing to pop in my mind. I turn on the television. There’s suddenly another one. The walls shake violently this time. A picture frame hits the ground. I wonder if these are just aftershocks. Have I slept through the worst of it? The news is on; earthquakes everywhere, Toronto, Los Angles, Paris, and Bangkok lay in ruins. I switch to another channel. Tokyo is gone, along with most other cities located on or near the world’s oceans, swept away by tsunamis. Another tremor hits this one more vicious than the last. Raucous outside my bedroom window, cars flooding the darken streets slamming into one another. …show more content…
I watch a skyscraper collapse. It roars as it’s brought to its knees. Smoke and dust billow down the street, heading my way. I reminded of September 11th. Should I even bother with my car? All the streets are impassable. I decide to walk. Moving quickly, I pass scores of injured people, gagging, vomiting, bleeding, crying, and even dead. I keep walking. The bridge, I figure, is the best possible way of getting off the island. I head west. Another tremor, No! Another earthquake, and another building breaks in half, its top piece subsiding off the base and now lying in a crumpled mess on the streets below. Winds pick up, lightning whips throughout the sky. A man is screaming we 're all going to die. I pick up my pace, hoping the bride is still there. Light begins to break out in the distance, it grows brighter. I look at my watch, 4:46 a.m. It can 't be dawn yet, much too early. Still, it grows though. Large explosions off in the distance, and another round of shaking, I have to go down to one knee to keep from falling. I pray a building doesn 't fall on me. It gets even