Her hands hurt that morning, right in the center of her palms. It reminded her of the stakes they'd used to nail Christ to the cross. Why are they hurting so fucking bad?" She suddenly heard the loud hum of a jet overhead. She looked out the window of her New York apartment to scream out in horror as she saw a jet slam into one of the towers of the World Trade Center. It was as if she could hear the hopeless cries of the poor, dying people within the burning building and the annihilated plane. She reached over the counter behind her accidentally spilling searing hot coffee over her bare arm as she reached for the phone. She let out another scream, this time full of pain. She immediately ran the sink and let the cool water pour over her wounded arm. She had burnt herself badly. She thought it would be best to go to the hospital. Just as she was getting out the door she was interrupted by yet another blaring hum of a jet followed by a deafening crash. She raced to her window to see once again the first tower burning, and now crumbling. The second tower had a gapping hole in it as well and she realized it had been hit too. Suddenly she saw small figures falling from the building, at first she thought this was debris but she realized that these figures were people. She witnessed more and more people jumping out of the building at extreme heights. She was hysterical now. Smoke filled the sky and set it to a gloomy orange tint. Dear God! She was about to turn away from it all when she saw both towers imploding at once like a demolition stunt. She couldn't believe it. Her tear filled eyes turned away and she raced out her door out to the road to see lines and lines of fire trucks, police, and even swat men with guns racing down the street. "Oh my God it's the fucking end of the world." She looked down at her palms that were now throbbing uncontrollably. She screamed as she saw blood dripping down her wrists and gapping holes in her hands. The police were pushing people away from the street and everyone was in complete chaos. A fireman shoved passed by her yelling at her to get out of the way when he saw her arm, and her skin beginning to peel, blood dripping from her hands. "Oh fuck!" He exclaimed and grabbed her leading her toward an ambulance. She was in a daze. Her eyes transfixed on her hands. She finally snapped out of it when she realized the dying, the dead, and the wounded surrounded her. Disfigured bodies lay limp in office chairs outside ambulances. Bits and pieces of what once were humans were only scraps of flesh and bone, a hand here, what looked like a leg there. She gagged, unable to puke, her empty stomach convulsing. A medic finally came to her and told her to lie on a stretcher. He pulled out a long needle as others were lifting her into the ambulance. She felt a sharp pain in her good arm and she was instantly drowsy. She looked up at the remains of the two buildings but all she could see was endless smoke. Her lids felt heavy then, she let them slide close, wondering if she would ever open them again....