CRASH.

Some saw it coming, saw it happen, others didn't, and were taken by surprise. The plane, its wings outstretched, crashed into the building, thousands still in it, and it all ignited. Before their eyes, the building caught fire, and the flames and smoke stretched into the sky.

Screams. Running. Everyone's frantic, some call 911, but they're already on their way. Hundreds flee the scene, trying to get to a safer distance, out of the way of the rescue teams.

Screams are heard, both from the crowd and the survivors inside. Mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, friends, all caught in the building.

CRASH.

The second one's hit, and the first one's falling, the beams weakened by the impact of the plane. Soot and ash rain down to the ground below before it's all covered in rubble. The second one follows suit.

Not long after, they're both on the ground. Millions of people sit to watch this on their computer or on a television. Some tune in while at school, but teachers won't let the younger ones witness.

It escalates. They're working on putting out the fire, but for some it is too late. For others, the pain is to much. They hurl themselves out the window, becoming beacons as they fall, ending it quickly. No one hears their bodies crack and crumple, no one hears their agonized screams through their own screams of terror.

Hours later, it's all over. Search and rescue crews comb the rubble, but few are found alive. It was a tragedy, devastating and painful. Families and friends mourn their losses, hold hands and cry. Candles are lit, bodies are recovered and buried, people pray and sing in the streets in tribute.

It isn't until later that they realize the date.

9-1-1

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This is a tribute to those who lost their lives in the attack on the twin towers in 2001. You will never be forgotten, nor your pain.