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I seek revenge-9/11

I blame them. I don't know who they are, but I know what they did. They killed thousands of innocent people, people who had done nothing wrong. Only been there at the scene and witnessed the truths of the day they now call 9/11.

The day that millions remember; the day that ruined the lives of not just those who died but those who believed, that 9/11 really did shake the world. I believe like many others, for I was there, I witnessed 9/11, I really did; and now I seek revenge. I lost my friends, my family, my life; and although I did survive everything else I knew and loved went down in that crash.

So now, I want to know, what really happened that day? Why I didn't die? Why I escaped the clutches of death? And most of all, who did it? I need to know, for they ripped me apart. They stole my childhood from right underneath me, turning me into an orphan who may never wake up from a reality that bound me to the uncertainty of the meaning of the word lost. It was unfair as to what they did to me and many others including; they had no right to step into our lives and steal the souls of those who we loved and cared for. As they captured four planes and sold over one thousand lives to a fate no one deserves. That is why I seek revenge, to even the scores of reality and pay them back for what they did; and I did. I wrote a letter, just before I left; to everyone, the entire world. Telling them my story, the same story many thousands share and everyone will understand. The story of reality and what it does to those that are victimized, and here it is, the letter I wrote. The final act I will commit in this life; for I am going, I am in a coma and I will die. That is the one thing I am certain of.

To everyone,

Only but very few will know who I am, but everybody will at some point in their lives understand the meaning of my words. Whether they have already experienced it or will in their future. Either way someday you will understand the words of an eleven year old girl. Who saw the world in it's deadliest hours, and who began to understand the true meaning of peace.

Many of you may read this and just dismiss it, it's only the feeble words of a child who doesn't know what she's talking about. Or does she, I think she does, I wouldn't ask you to read this otherwise. I'm asking you only because this is my dying wish. To make others understand that horrifying incident I experienced; and most importantly, what I saw.

That day not only did I lose everything, but I finally understood what a cruel malicious world we live in. Not a peaceful, perfect world I had been led to believe. I want everyone to know that although Tuesday 11th September 2001 did ruin so many lives. That is why I want to make those people who really were involved in it. Whoever they are I want them to really understand what a horrific tragic event they caused. Though you can not blame them, they're human; they are just like us, but were taken incidentally from the right path. To a path similar but led them to believe that killing so many civilians and torturing the rest of the world with the horror of that day was truly the right thing to do.

In an overview of that day, the day that brought the last stand of the World Trade centre, the day that'll never leave the History books; only one moment truly changed me. The first was a total shock, it was 8:15when I first saw the plane, it was only seconds away from devastation. Like many others around me I screamed, for my mom.
'Mom, Mommy.' The words escaped me before swiftly evaporating above the noise of the plane. It was going to happen, but I wasn't quite ready to believe it. Bad things like this don't happen, not to people like me; but they did, they really did.

I wander how many of you were actually there at scene. I wonder how many of you heard the soft cries of a toddler as it took its last breath. I wonder how many of you realised what a vast number of people really did take their last stand on that day. Some people as young as three who had never seen the world in its true colours, the colours that were here when began, before we destroyed the Earth of utter harmony.

Before I go I want you to know one last thing. That day may of shook the world, but it shook my heart even more. I was eleven years old; I didn't know how much damage one man could do. I lost everything there that moment, that's why I wrote this. To make everyone understand that one young girl's story is just as important as one old mans.

I would like to add that although my words bring a dark depressive shadow across those who read this but that just because of one event that changed the world in many sad and horrific ways. There are things so beautiful that make up for that day, the cries of a new born baby the laughter of joy from everyone. Just remember the world is a family we love each other and without that bond we would be much more darkened by cataclysmic events like these than we are now. Just think

For I am dead, but I don't mind. As long as everyone who reads this realises what truly happened on Tuesday 11th September 2001. 9/11 May we remember.