What happened?
I wake up with a severe pain in my arm and I am smashed against the window. My arm is somewhere underneath a big chunk of metal that fell on the car.
Wait, chunk of metal? Fell on the car? Panic time!
"Get me outta here!" I screamed in pain as I tried to yank my arm out from the rubble. I barely had room to move because I was in a small space and the roof actually curved into a u-shaped structure after the metal hit.
But where did it come from?
The next thing I felt, very gently because my hand was almost completely numb, was my arm being moved to the right and it was released. I don't know how it got out exactly because it split Justin and I completely apart, but I knew who helped me.
"Justin?"
"Are you okay?" I heard him through the gap below the dent in the roof. I looked down at my arm; I had a thick, long, bloody gash on my forearm and it was as puffy as a marshmallow. I think it's broken.
It hurts like a bitch.
"Not really, I think my arm's broken," I replied, obviously in excruciating pain from my tone, "Try to get out of the limo," was the only thing I could think of to do and I tried to get the limo door open with my good arm.
Thump! Ear and head right on the cement.
I felt my head, amazingly, with my bad hand and I felt a strong sting on my forehead when my numb fingers touched it. There was dried blood on my hand as I looked at it and I tried to sit up, seeing the most horrific sight above me.
"Holy shit!!!"
"What's the matter?" I heard the other door shut and Justin ran over to help me up from the street. I saw a slight scratch from banging into his window from my view and my jaw was still hanging open as I got up from the ground, still looking at the fright above me.
I heard him ask me again, "What's the matter, Jade?"
I just pointed up towards what I was staring at and his eyes redirected themselves to the beautiful horror in front of us. I saw his jaw drop from the corner of my eye as we beheld the tragedy unfolding above.
An airplane had smashed into the World Trade Center.
Why the fuck am I staying so calm? I should be running around the New York City streets, screaming and ranting, "Somebody's out to kill us!" because that's what I'm thinking.
I'm sure if I did people'd think I was insane.
But Justin and I just stood there, looking at the huge jet that had slammed into world peace, burning it down. Higher up on the other tower there had been another plane crash.
Tragedy. With a capital T.
"Where's Eddie?" Justin asked quickly and started to run towards the driver's seat of the limo. Eddie is my limo driver and even though I don't recognize it in front of people, he is someone who helps me out a lot. Someone who I could almost call my best friend.
He's the only one who doesn't think I'm a bitch.
I suddenly get worried about Eddie as well and I run after Justin, wanting to know if he was alright. Justin seemed to stumble a little when he stopped but I thought that was because of the curb. I quickly caught a glimpse of him and saw that his pant leg had been ripped and there was a large gash on his thigh, just like the one on my arm. It was a little puffy, but not broken.
Then, we saw.
Eddie's head was laid against the steering wheel, which was still dripping with his blood. I placed my hand on the windshield and tried to hold my tears back. This had taken the one person that understood me away from me.
I've lost all hope.