Love At The World Trade Centre (A Non-Green Day Story), chapter 4
I took a side ways glance at Mark and smiled to myself. As soon as we were out of here, I was going to tell him how I really felt and hopefully...hopefully...things will be perfect, or at least near perfect.
"Mark hold up," I panted, gripping to the banister on the staircase. I cough and splutter, my knees weakening beneath me daring to buckle up at any moment. We had travelled down 12 flights of stairs, only about another 60 to go and I was already feeling like I couldn't make it anymore.
"Sally, we really need to get going," Mark finally pipes up after about 5 minutes of leaning against a wall and a good 50-100 people bashing past us, willing to break free from this trap of terror.
"Ok," I smile, heaving myself to stand straight and grabbing for his hand. I feel the grip of his strong fingers around my hand. I felt somhow safe with the feel of his fingers around my hand.
We trot carefully down another few flights of stairs, my breathing getting heavier as the air gets thicker with smoke. I cough, pulling the material of my shirt down my arm so i could cover my mouth to get clean air. Mark was coughing hard and I could feel his hand sweating up beneath mine. His cheeks had gone a scarlet colour and was glistening with sweat.
"Mark, don't push yourself. Take a rest or something. I'm sure some firemen or something will be able to help us out of here. We can wait" I suggest.
"But-"
"No but's Mark," I say, shoving open a door next to me and pulling him inside of the room, which remarkably was still free from thick black smoke.
Bad idea. As soon as I let go of the door it clicked shut, wafting in a load of smoke with it. Not only that, we had entered through a fire exit..and it only opens one way..the way we entered. I make a shove on the door, but it wont budge.
"Shit, Mark," I mumble, rattling the doorhandle around.
"Hang on, if this is a fire exit door and it only opens the way we came in...then this must lead to somewhere we can get out of" He states. His eyes quickly flash over to the other side of the room, noticing a door on the back wall. I make a dash for it and as soon as i burst the door open Im immediatley hit with immense heat and the bright flicker of flames.
I scream and close the door again, backing up.
"Fuck. We're stuck!" I shout, starting to really panic now.
"Well if we hadn't even have come in here to stop then we wouldnt be in this situation. And incase you didn't even know, we could DIE," Mark spits loudly, shocking me.
"You were suffering! It's not like this building would suddenly fall over any minute. A fire..a bit of smoke...we're fine to take a small break, ok?" I bite back.
"If you wanna die...then go ahead and take as many rests as you want," he grumbles, pasing around the room. I sigh and turn my back on him, wiping a small tear from the crook of my eye.
"Im sorry," he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him.
"It's ok..I know our lives are at steak but i just..didn't like to see you suffering," I admit.
"I know Sally," he whispers.
And then out of the blue, he kisses me. Right slap bang in the middle of my lips. It's beautiful, soft and caring. Who would have thought our first, and last, kiss would be in a burning down tower? We pull away and smile simutaniously.
"Lets try and break this door open," he suggests as if the kiss hadn't even happened.
"De ja vu," I giggle.
"What?" He asks confused.
"Breaking the door free..with the amount of doors you have broken down today you could set the world record," I explain. He laughs and makes work on trying to shove his weight against the wooden frame.
As he's doing that I walk over towards the window, to see if anything was different. I mean it could be my last glance across New York City for all I know. Shit. I shouldnt' be thinking like this. I shake the thoughts free from my mind and glance across the sky, looking at the clouds, the birds flying without a care in the world when thousands of people were trapped in this building, fighting for their lives. I always wanted to be a bird, to be able to glide acorss the sky, looking down on the world and to not have any troubles to worry about. But I wasn't. I was a 24 year old woman stuck inside a crumbling tower. Great.
Fuck that's a BIG bird. I squint to take a closer look. No, wait, it's not a bird, it's a plane. It's traveling fast, very fast infact. And so low too. What was it doing? It carried a noise behind it as it grew closer. I started to worry, images filling my mind of what was going to happen next. And I was right, almost.
It grew closer and closer, the sky filling with a roar. I followed it's path and immediatly felt sick. It was heading towards the south tower. Shit. No, don't, it's bad enough thousands of people in here are suffering let alone letting other suffer in the other tower.
I scream and screw my eyes shut, not wanting to see the terror waiting in times path. I hear the crash, the breaking of glass and more screams, all swimming around in my ears. It's horrible.
"What was that?" Mark suddenly asks, walking over towards me.
"Another plane has just hit south tower," I exclaim, my voice low. He stands quiet, no emotions running through his body.
Both of us now know that this is something bad, very bad. The plane that hit our tower, was not an accident. This must have been planned. And their could be more to come. So we both knew what to do now, we acted fast.
We sprinted over towards the door and I thrust all my weight against it as hard as i could, moaning and tears spilling from my eyes, knowing we were trapped and this was it. My death bed. I realise Mark isn't helping me and turn round to see him sprawled across the floor.
"Fuck! What happened?" I ask, going over to him and kneeling down. My leg is met with wetness and as i lift my leg I see it covered in blood.
"Mark you're bleeding," I say, worried.
"I tripped over the corner of the desk. It hurts Sally" He explains, like a little child, wimpering in pain. I move my eyes to his leg and see a piece of glass protuding from his knee.
"I'll go get help," I offer.
"Don't leave me!" he whines, his face crumpled up like a child who was just about to cry. I half heartedly laugh and kiss the top of his head before standing up and making a run for the door. With a forceful push it breaks free from the hinges and lands on the floor with a crash.
"Don't worry. I'll be back."
"Mark hold up," I panted, gripping to the banister on the staircase. I cough and splutter, my knees weakening beneath me daring to buckle up at any moment. We had travelled down 12 flights of stairs, only about another 60 to go and I was already feeling like I couldn't make it anymore.
"Sally, we really need to get going," Mark finally pipes up after about 5 minutes of leaning against a wall and a good 50-100 people bashing past us, willing to break free from this trap of terror.
"Ok," I smile, heaving myself to stand straight and grabbing for his hand. I feel the grip of his strong fingers around my hand. I felt somhow safe with the feel of his fingers around my hand.
We trot carefully down another few flights of stairs, my breathing getting heavier as the air gets thicker with smoke. I cough, pulling the material of my shirt down my arm so i could cover my mouth to get clean air. Mark was coughing hard and I could feel his hand sweating up beneath mine. His cheeks had gone a scarlet colour and was glistening with sweat.
"Mark, don't push yourself. Take a rest or something. I'm sure some firemen or something will be able to help us out of here. We can wait" I suggest.
"But-"
"No but's Mark," I say, shoving open a door next to me and pulling him inside of the room, which remarkably was still free from thick black smoke.
Bad idea. As soon as I let go of the door it clicked shut, wafting in a load of smoke with it. Not only that, we had entered through a fire exit..and it only opens one way..the way we entered. I make a shove on the door, but it wont budge.
"Shit, Mark," I mumble, rattling the doorhandle around.
"Hang on, if this is a fire exit door and it only opens the way we came in...then this must lead to somewhere we can get out of" He states. His eyes quickly flash over to the other side of the room, noticing a door on the back wall. I make a dash for it and as soon as i burst the door open Im immediatley hit with immense heat and the bright flicker of flames.
I scream and close the door again, backing up.
"Fuck. We're stuck!" I shout, starting to really panic now.
"Well if we hadn't even have come in here to stop then we wouldnt be in this situation. And incase you didn't even know, we could DIE," Mark spits loudly, shocking me.
"You were suffering! It's not like this building would suddenly fall over any minute. A fire..a bit of smoke...we're fine to take a small break, ok?" I bite back.
"If you wanna die...then go ahead and take as many rests as you want," he grumbles, pasing around the room. I sigh and turn my back on him, wiping a small tear from the crook of my eye.
"Im sorry," he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him.
"It's ok..I know our lives are at steak but i just..didn't like to see you suffering," I admit.
"I know Sally," he whispers.
And then out of the blue, he kisses me. Right slap bang in the middle of my lips. It's beautiful, soft and caring. Who would have thought our first, and last, kiss would be in a burning down tower? We pull away and smile simutaniously.
"Lets try and break this door open," he suggests as if the kiss hadn't even happened.
"De ja vu," I giggle.
"What?" He asks confused.
"Breaking the door free..with the amount of doors you have broken down today you could set the world record," I explain. He laughs and makes work on trying to shove his weight against the wooden frame.
As he's doing that I walk over towards the window, to see if anything was different. I mean it could be my last glance across New York City for all I know. Shit. I shouldnt' be thinking like this. I shake the thoughts free from my mind and glance across the sky, looking at the clouds, the birds flying without a care in the world when thousands of people were trapped in this building, fighting for their lives. I always wanted to be a bird, to be able to glide acorss the sky, looking down on the world and to not have any troubles to worry about. But I wasn't. I was a 24 year old woman stuck inside a crumbling tower. Great.
Fuck that's a BIG bird. I squint to take a closer look. No, wait, it's not a bird, it's a plane. It's traveling fast, very fast infact. And so low too. What was it doing? It carried a noise behind it as it grew closer. I started to worry, images filling my mind of what was going to happen next. And I was right, almost.
It grew closer and closer, the sky filling with a roar. I followed it's path and immediatly felt sick. It was heading towards the south tower. Shit. No, don't, it's bad enough thousands of people in here are suffering let alone letting other suffer in the other tower.
I scream and screw my eyes shut, not wanting to see the terror waiting in times path. I hear the crash, the breaking of glass and more screams, all swimming around in my ears. It's horrible.
"What was that?" Mark suddenly asks, walking over towards me.
"Another plane has just hit south tower," I exclaim, my voice low. He stands quiet, no emotions running through his body.
Both of us now know that this is something bad, very bad. The plane that hit our tower, was not an accident. This must have been planned. And their could be more to come. So we both knew what to do now, we acted fast.
We sprinted over towards the door and I thrust all my weight against it as hard as i could, moaning and tears spilling from my eyes, knowing we were trapped and this was it. My death bed. I realise Mark isn't helping me and turn round to see him sprawled across the floor.
"Fuck! What happened?" I ask, going over to him and kneeling down. My leg is met with wetness and as i lift my leg I see it covered in blood.
"Mark you're bleeding," I say, worried.
"I tripped over the corner of the desk. It hurts Sally" He explains, like a little child, wimpering in pain. I move my eyes to his leg and see a piece of glass protuding from his knee.
"I'll go get help," I offer.
"Don't leave me!" he whines, his face crumpled up like a child who was just about to cry. I half heartedly laugh and kiss the top of his head before standing up and making a run for the door. With a forceful push it breaks free from the hinges and lands on the floor with a crash.
"Don't worry. I'll be back."
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