Fallen.
Chapter 2
Present Day
My father once told me;
Never be afraid. Anyone who is afraid all of the time
should be dead. Any one who is afraid all of the time has
completly forgotten the purpose to life; to live.
Therefore; i wasnt afraid. I was not afraid of those
terrorists who had taken my fathers life; I simply hated
them. If I could, i would go and strangle each and every
one of them. Watch the light of life leave their eyes just
as they had killed my father.
It's almost a shame that they died that day along with the
the planes.
They deserved a far more terrible death; for they had cost the
lives of hundreds.
I don't even know how they did that. Do they have no
concince? It's horrible enough to just take the lives
of the people on the planes, or those in the towers, but
what about the families? They were completly torn
apart. A life without a loved one is no life at all.
As mentioned, I'm not afraid. I was at the time, yes,
but then again I was only six. I believe that everyone in
the city of New York-heck- I think everyone in the world was
terrified, wondering when the terrorisits would strike
next.
Many believe that I was too young to remember now the exact
details, but that's jus something i could never
forgett. For years, I would wake up sweating, shaking and
screaming, sometimes even crying form nightmares of what went
down that warm september day, but i would have to swollow it up
and hide away my emotions. Even as a six year old, I had to
learn incredible strength and maturity far beyound my years in
order to be there to support my mother. Following my
father's death, my mother completly fell apart.
I can't blame her. Or atleast i couldn't at the
time.
My mother had to pick up a second job, both waitressing, to
attempt to support our small family. I begun work at the
age of nine, being the paper girl for my small yet densely
crowded community. I hopped from job to job, trying to pool
my money with my mothers to provide with simple things such as
rent money and food on the table.
Once again, I was not afraid, but fear is very different form
self pitty. My father never told me not to pitty myslef, he
never had time to. That was something I had to learn
myself. Do you truely believe that it was easy growing up
without my father? But I had to forgett all of that.
Dismiss my pain and sufering... there's no room for that in a
life where you need to support yourself.
I was not afraid of those
terrorists who had taken my fathers life; I simply hated
them.
11 faves · 1 comments · Apr 18, 2012 8:55pm
cheyannerose · 1 decade ago
Heyy(: could you please let me know when you put new chapters out?? Thanks(: <3
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