Wednesday, August 19, 2009



It's September 11th, 2001, and I wake up. Immediately, I reach to clear my eyes, and find myself struggling to raise my hands.

     "What the..."

My arms won't move at all, and I assume I slept on top of them. I raise my head slightly, and see a horrible sight. My body cannot move at all because I am completely chained down. I appear to be... on a stretcher!

     "HEY... HEY! WHERE, WHO..."

I can barely breathe, I am tied down so tightly; let alone talk. I decide to try a different approach, and attempt to move the entire stretcher with momentum. Bad idea. After a few violent attempts, I manage to turn the stretcher over... face first, into the brutal tile floor.

Now I'm not only tied upside down, but my face is wet with blood, as my head met the hard surface bluntly.

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