September 11th, 2001. The fire burnt hue buried the blood stains on the office wall, Echos of torture and suicide reign the halls of the second tower. I look out to the smog haunting the front of the glass and I saw angels fall and devils crawl from the abyss. This is hell It was a calm Thursday morning, I kissed my wife goodbye and saw a light dazzling in our son, Edwards blue eyes. I went to the wold trait center as usual, but today wasnt a normal day. It felt like it was a new day, a new opportunity to mend the scars and fix my wrong. I almost called in to spend time with my loving wife. The same wife that stood by me unconditionally after the affair. I loved her with a love deeper than any rose petal, yet I sabotaged a family for solace. I was at my office desk, typing up a paper and suddenly a roar and a bang numbed my ear drums. To the point I couldnt hear the screams and blood curling cries for help. I was frozen in time, I wanted to leave but I felt I must stay, As if something held me there. Time slipped from the grasp of my sainty and the only thought I had was the scars I inflected upon my family. Why couldnt I leave? The second plan came crashing into ten floors below me. And by the time my animal instincts kicked in to leave it was too late. The stairs were laced in fire and the elevator shaft was painted in blood. I came to the conclusion I am going to die. I will not see the light in my sons eyes, or kiss the lips of my wife that made me fly. I wasnt going to see my grandchildren nor die in old age with my soul mate. I was to die here and now. So I made a phone call to my wife, and it rang and rang for a lifetime it seemed. No answer. I left a vocie mail and told her only I loved her then I looked over to the glass and jumped. As I was falling two other co-workers jumped too. Half way down one was pluck from mid air by an angelic being and flown to heaven. The other fell straight to the hands of Lucifer, into the tar and fire of hell. I saw enough. I closed my eyes and right before I hit the ground I open them. I opened my eyes in my bed with my wife curled up to me. The T.V told of the planes crashing in the towers, The towers I worked at. I asked if this was heaven and she laughed. She said It was my second chance. And to me that was heaven.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 07:55:34 +0000
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