Love At The World Trade Centre (A Non-Green Day Story), chapter 2
My hands immediatly thrust down onto the desk as I feel an immense shudder. The whole building fills with screams and a horrific bang fills the air. Then it stops. My breathing is unsteady and small beads of sweat drip down from my forehead as my whole body is in shock, panic and confusion. What the fuck just happened?
I shakily make my way to the door of the office and open it to come face to face with a filing cabinet. I fumble around, shoving my weight against the cabinet to try and shift it. What was going on? Were we hit with an earthquake? I turn around and rush back over to the window, pressing my hands against it and craning my neck to see if I can see anything, anyone. Nothing. Well, nothing apart from a few hundred people on the streets below, staring up at the building, hands over mouths and many people rushing around. Ants at war. That's what they all looked like. But what were they staring at?
"Sally!?" I hear someone call. I spin my head around and step over all the books that had fallen to the floor only a minute ago, to head towards the door.
"Mark is that you?" I call back through the cracks between the filing cabinet and the door frame.
"Yeah it's me, are you ok?" He asks.
"I'm fine, what happened Mark? Are you ok? What's going on?" I ask, my mouth spilling with questions, which are only a select few compared to the millions swarming my mind.
"I don't know. I'm alright. Everything's a mess out here and all i can hear are screams upstairs and shouts from below. I have no idea what's going on, but all i know is that we HAVE to get out of here," He explains clearly, not showing any sign of fear in his voice. He was always a brave person Mark was. Another thing ticked off the list of what I loved about him.
"I'm stuck, there's a filing cabinet blocking the doorway!" I exclaim.
"Is there anyway of pushing it away?" he asks.
"I've tried, but it seems to be wedged against something."
"There's a lot of rubble that fell off the ceiling, I'll try and clear some of it so you can get out," He offers. I hear some banging and scrambling around after that.
"Mark..." I call.
"Yeah?"
"What do I do in the meantime?" I ask. The scrambling around stops.
"Just relax, go and make a cup of tea," He jokes. That has always been the joke about me. Every morning I come into the office and make everyon a cup of tea before setting to work. And I always make sure I bring one up to Mark. I laugh.
"Two sugars?"
"Two sugars," He says in agreement. I giggle once again and head back over to my leather chair, looking back out the window. My hands are clammy and my breathing is still heavy.
Then something catches my eye. Black smoke is rising up and past the window. It's not long before my whole vision is blurred over and the whole window is covered in thick, dark smoke. Shit, I think to myself.
"Mark!" I scream, running once again to the door. There's no answer.
"Mark!" I scream again, banging against the cabinet to get his attension.
"Yeah?" He calls back. My whole heart sinks with relief.
"Thank god, I thought you'd left me then," I say.
"I would never leave you Sally," He says seriously.
"I can see smoke Mark, a lot of it. The whole window is covered," I explain. I hear a mumble the other side of the door.
"What?" I ask.
"Move out of the way!" He shouts.
"What?"
"Just move!" He orders. I do ask im told and stumble backwards away from the door. I hear silence and then almost immediatley the cabinet flies away from the door and crashes to the ground, followed by Mark, who falls ontop of the cabinet. I scream with joy and fling myself around him, embracing him in a much loved hug. I place my hands on his face an kiss him continuously.
"Thank you!" I squeal, between kisses. Then i relise what im doing and spring away from him.
"Er, sorry," I stutter.
"It's okay, shit.....we really need to get out of here," He says, his eyes fixed on the window, which is completely black, making it look deadly, never ending.
I grab hold of his hand tightly as we make our way out of the office. My stomach groans and my eyes widen as I see the damage. The whole corridor is filled with people rushing around, some stood there in complete shock, asking questions. Paper, books and even some desks have been flung to the floor.
Shit.
I shakily make my way to the door of the office and open it to come face to face with a filing cabinet. I fumble around, shoving my weight against the cabinet to try and shift it. What was going on? Were we hit with an earthquake? I turn around and rush back over to the window, pressing my hands against it and craning my neck to see if I can see anything, anyone. Nothing. Well, nothing apart from a few hundred people on the streets below, staring up at the building, hands over mouths and many people rushing around. Ants at war. That's what they all looked like. But what were they staring at?
"Sally!?" I hear someone call. I spin my head around and step over all the books that had fallen to the floor only a minute ago, to head towards the door.
"Mark is that you?" I call back through the cracks between the filing cabinet and the door frame.
"Yeah it's me, are you ok?" He asks.
"I'm fine, what happened Mark? Are you ok? What's going on?" I ask, my mouth spilling with questions, which are only a select few compared to the millions swarming my mind.
"I don't know. I'm alright. Everything's a mess out here and all i can hear are screams upstairs and shouts from below. I have no idea what's going on, but all i know is that we HAVE to get out of here," He explains clearly, not showing any sign of fear in his voice. He was always a brave person Mark was. Another thing ticked off the list of what I loved about him.
"I'm stuck, there's a filing cabinet blocking the doorway!" I exclaim.
"Is there anyway of pushing it away?" he asks.
"I've tried, but it seems to be wedged against something."
"There's a lot of rubble that fell off the ceiling, I'll try and clear some of it so you can get out," He offers. I hear some banging and scrambling around after that.
"Mark..." I call.
"Yeah?"
"What do I do in the meantime?" I ask. The scrambling around stops.
"Just relax, go and make a cup of tea," He jokes. That has always been the joke about me. Every morning I come into the office and make everyon a cup of tea before setting to work. And I always make sure I bring one up to Mark. I laugh.
"Two sugars?"
"Two sugars," He says in agreement. I giggle once again and head back over to my leather chair, looking back out the window. My hands are clammy and my breathing is still heavy.
Then something catches my eye. Black smoke is rising up and past the window. It's not long before my whole vision is blurred over and the whole window is covered in thick, dark smoke. Shit, I think to myself.
"Mark!" I scream, running once again to the door. There's no answer.
"Mark!" I scream again, banging against the cabinet to get his attension.
"Yeah?" He calls back. My whole heart sinks with relief.
"Thank god, I thought you'd left me then," I say.
"I would never leave you Sally," He says seriously.
"I can see smoke Mark, a lot of it. The whole window is covered," I explain. I hear a mumble the other side of the door.
"What?" I ask.
"Move out of the way!" He shouts.
"What?"
"Just move!" He orders. I do ask im told and stumble backwards away from the door. I hear silence and then almost immediatley the cabinet flies away from the door and crashes to the ground, followed by Mark, who falls ontop of the cabinet. I scream with joy and fling myself around him, embracing him in a much loved hug. I place my hands on his face an kiss him continuously.
"Thank you!" I squeal, between kisses. Then i relise what im doing and spring away from him.
"Er, sorry," I stutter.
"It's okay, shit.....we really need to get out of here," He says, his eyes fixed on the window, which is completely black, making it look deadly, never ending.
I grab hold of his hand tightly as we make our way out of the office. My stomach groans and my eyes widen as I see the damage. The whole corridor is filled with people rushing around, some stood there in complete shock, asking questions. Paper, books and even some desks have been flung to the floor.
Shit.
