wolfwill23
War Child
I moved to New York about a month ago to go to NYU. My apartment building is about three blocks from the WTC. I was in my building when it happened. I heard an explosion, my windows shook and then I heard sirens. I got ready for school, went into the hallway, locked my door and then heard another explosion. The building shook, the lights flickered. I'm on the 23rd floor, so I began to get a little nervous. The elevator opened and there people in there crying. I didn't say anything, knowing that I would find out what's going on soon enough. I get to the lobby of my building and see people screaming, "get out!!" I walk outside and see that everybody is looking up. I look up to see the most horrific event I've ever seen, the WTC buildings, with massive holes in the sides of them, on fire. Somebody said, "look, there goes another one." I looked to over and saw a person, a HUMAN BEING-MOTHER-FATHER-SON-DAUGHTER-FRIEND-HUSBAND-WIFE-GIRLFRIEND-BOYFRIEND, falling to their death. A couple other people jumped out after that person. I was crushed.
It's now almost two weeks since we were attacked. I was notified that I could return to my apartment yesterday. My neighborhood is different. You can walk down the middle of the street without worrying about getting hit by a cab, because there are no cabs. The only things on the streets are Army Humvees, police vehicles and utilities trucks. I had to go shopping because all of the food in my fridge was rotten (no power.) I went shopping at the little market connected to my building. Their dairy and meat departments were almost completely empty. They had to throw everything out too. You don't see grocery stores with empty shelves in America.
The site is lit up at night. There is a constant cloud hovering above the area where the buildings once stood. It may be smoke from smoldering fires or it may be something else. The smell around here is no longer just the smell of burning debree, it is mixed with something else.
The city hurts. People still cry in the streets. "Missing" posters hang from walls all over the city.
It's a shame. Families were destroyed that day. Dreams were lost. A piece of America was badly wounded.
It's now almost two weeks since we were attacked. I was notified that I could return to my apartment yesterday. My neighborhood is different. You can walk down the middle of the street without worrying about getting hit by a cab, because there are no cabs. The only things on the streets are Army Humvees, police vehicles and utilities trucks. I had to go shopping because all of the food in my fridge was rotten (no power.) I went shopping at the little market connected to my building. Their dairy and meat departments were almost completely empty. They had to throw everything out too. You don't see grocery stores with empty shelves in America.
The site is lit up at night. There is a constant cloud hovering above the area where the buildings once stood. It may be smoke from smoldering fires or it may be something else. The smell around here is no longer just the smell of burning debree, it is mixed with something else.
The city hurts. People still cry in the streets. "Missing" posters hang from walls all over the city.
It's a shame. Families were destroyed that day. Dreams were lost. A piece of America was badly wounded.