(Sorry for the short post, guys. I want to get this up while the internet is still working. Anyway, this is my tribute to the heroes of 9-11)
Screaming. So much screaming. That’s the only thing Matthew knew. It controlled his existence, his life and his death.
As he looked up at the two towers, crumbling after the planes crashed into them, he couldn’t help but stare in wonder. He didn’t know what was happening. Then fear. His daddy was in that building; and it was falling!
He started screaming, begging anyone around him to go in and save his daddy.
Someone was pulling his hand, dragging him away. He screamed, struggling against them, trying to get back to the towers where his daddy was.
He smiled in relief as his daddy rushed out, carrying someone in his arms. People rushed to the person, and they all started crying and hugging. He heard one of them call his daddy a hero. He smiled; his daddy was a hero.