9.11.01

Lauren Goldman

Age 12

A few moments ago my brother was hit by a plane,

I am telling everyone in my building to get out as fast as possible.

As all this is going on,

Hoping another plane won’t come and hit me,

I am very scared, for now I know he may not survive this tragic thing.

I see another plane in the distance,

I fear it is heading straight for me.

Not everyone is out of me, especially the people on the top floors.

I see firemen and policemen going up the stairs inside,

I hope they will get out before this plane comes crashing into me.

This plane is now going to hit me.

The firemen and policemen went back into my brother moments ago.

No one can breathe out here,

For the smoke is too much for people to take in,

They must find a place where they can stay and rest a while.

It has only been ten minutes since my brother was hit,

Even though it feels like forever.

I can hear him crying,

I have a feeling that it hurts a lot.

The Plane has gone right into his heart,

And it hurts to see him go.

And now as the plane hits me,

I feel all the pain he feels.

Now that the plane has gone into my heart as well.

For now I am going with him,

On a journey that will hurt the nation so very much.

“I am going down to the ground right now,”

I scream to the world, but no one can hear me for I am just a building.

All the people inside of me are scared of what is going to happen to their families,

For the people inside are now going down with me.

I hear people making calls,

Telling their loved ones how much they will miss them,

For we are just a memory in your hearts now, they said.

I start to fall,

And I am telling everyone to run as far away from us as they can,

I hear someone scream out, “Run, this tower is coming down.” 

For now I know that I am also just a memory in everyone’s hearts.

Now my brother is coming down right next to me.

And we start to say our good-byes.

We say good-bye to the world, to our fellow buildings, to our friends,

And most of all we tell each other good-bye

And now I must stop writing, for I no longer exist.

I am just a memory and heartache for everyone in this world that this has been affected.