9/11 Short Stories

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Darkness. Everything was black. You didn't know where you were, or how you got there. You tried to stand up. Your legs began to wobble. It felt as if gravity was trying to pull your entire body through whatever ground was supporting you.

SNAP

"AAAAH!" You cried out in pain. Your bones had just tore through the skin of your ankles. They were definetely broken. Tears started to stream down your face. You felt around the bone and flesh. You hissed and grit your teeth. It stung. Bad. Blood was seeping out onto your fingers. "Shit shit shit." You don't usualy curse but, your ankles did just break and you are scared out of your mind. You had no idea of what to do. Now not being able to see or move your legs, you feel around the floor. It was... …show more content…

You heard a trail of footsteps coming near you. "G-Go away!"

Hahahahahaha...

You flinched at the sound of another being. You felt chills go down your spine. You've never heard anything like that. It wasn't anything like normal laughter. It couldn't have possibly sounded more sadistic.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

Your heart was threatining to jump out of your chest. You could hear it beating in your ears.

"Sweetheart, I'd calm down if I were you~ He feeds on fear, you …show more content…

Your alarm wouldn't have gone off for another hour almost. You weren't going to fall back asleep, and you didn't want to anyway so, you got up. It was still storming outside. You actually really like the rain. That's why you moved to England. Well, that's part of why you moved to England.. The other part was because of home. Your parents didn't treat you right and everyone else stepped on you. You really needed to get away. It's always been your dream to travel but, they were holding you back. They were holding you back from everything, actually. Even happiness. All you wanted was to be alone. To be able to do things for yourself. To escape. So, that's what you did. You had been saving up money ever since you were an early teen. Once you turned eighteen, you moved far far away. Countries far away. You struggled a bit financially at first but, there was no turning back. This is what you

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