Senin, 04 Mei 2009

Nightmare on Torture Street............A Short Story



Sept 11, 2001

I've been thinking about torture. I went to work this morning and did my usual routine. I looked at the days agenda and prepared myself for the business of the day. I have made a pot of coffee for myself and my co-workers. I called my wife and wished her a great day and told her how much I loved her and how I can't wait to see her and the kids at 5 pm. Now barely into the morning I am having to deal with this fire that seems to have engulfed my workplace . Apparently, some plane has accidentally crashed into the side of the building. I work on the 108 floor and I've been told we cannot get out, all passages are blocked. I just watched the other tower collapse and I am really not feeling good about all this. It's hot in my office and I am petrified. The fire is now licking my body and we have broken out some windows for air. I notice with great horror that some of my co-workers are talking about jumping out of the building to end their suffering, I can't believe they would do that...but then I see Jane , the fire has caught her clothes on fire and she has been burned badly, as many of us have. I have worked with her for 11 years. She jumped out of the window screaming. I feel tortured greatly by seeing this. Chaos is everywhere and my friends begin one by one to disappear out the window screaming and they fall nearly one thousand and forty feet to their deaths. This is a long way down, and I feel tortured by seeing this. Time is passing too quickly and now I must make my decision. Burn or jump. The decision is further torturing me. I think of my wife and kids, this will torture them for a long time.
I move to the window just to breathe and notice how very far down to the street it really is, I never really thought about how high I was till just now. I suddenly feel Tortured. As I leap from the window to my death, I have about 10 seconds to feel nothing but extreme torture. I am so Tortured by my decision to jump. So very, very Tortured....................................


It's 3:13 in Knoxville, TN and I can't seem to sleep. I came to my computer and decided to write this for the not forgotten innocent victims of 9/11. It's been almost 9 years since I watched my brothers , sisters and friends jumping out of those windows. I am obviously scarred.They are obviously dead. It was a life changing event for me. Due to the scarring from this event, I soon made decisions for my own life that have caused further torture for those around me. I am recovering slowly. The families of those people I have written about will never recover.

Those victims and their families, and and a multitude of US citizens were forever tortured that day. I pray that they can find the unfindable peace that I am still searching for.

The point of this post is to say to people, who cares if our Military water-boarded suspected and/ or guilt ladened combatants to find out who the hell was responsible for this great atrocity.

I certainly don't care. For in this, many innocents have paid the highest price and have never ending torture.

The way I see it is, any of the innocents in the World Trade Center would have traded jumping out of those windows that day for a chance to be water-boarded once a day for the rest of their lives.

So. the Hell with You or any Political figure who has the audacity to feel sorry and concern for these monsters at Guantánamo. You have nothing but my loathing for you and your ilk when I see you soooo concerned for their rights and condition. You are the penultimate Altruists who are destroying this country and looking out for our enemies more than you are looking out for our Citizens. Vladimir Puten is rolling on the floor laughing at you and I am crying for my countrymen who have fallen and been forgotten by Our Executive and Judicial system. A pox on You , Obama et all.........

Up in Smoke....Mark Underwood

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