I Survived 9/11

  I am Tyler Swatson, I wake, all I remember was loud explosions...then black. Darkness, I wake up in the same setting as before and I stand to realize I am still in the building. Fire is everywhere, it's a wreck all around me. I hear a noise, I turn and what I see gave me a sensation of Déjà vu and I realized this had happened before but this was a second plane.      I sat there in awe, yet also in terror as I can see my life flash before my very eyes. I close my eyes in fear afraid that I may die, I hear nothing but all falls silent for a moment; I open my eyes to reveal the second plane to crash into the other tower. A few moments later I can hear the ground below me start to creak, I stand up however see that my arm is broken.
I try to get out of the tower as fast as I can but from the impact not just my arm was broken but my leg was also wounded; I get out of the room I was in to find many fires and falling walls I keep walking and find no one, I call out for people or help but nothing. A few minutes goes by and the whole building is now shaking I can feel every vibration and now I'm moving back and forth with it as the inside shakes; then suddenly, a crash; the whole building collapses with me in it.
At this point I'm unconscious yet again then again later, I wake up for the second time; only this time, I am completely trapped. Underneath all the rubble of the building I panic and jerk, I am terrified for my life.
I am now hyperventilating, I pass out.
I stay unconscious for the third time for quite a long time, I open my eyes and I hear another loud crash and many screams however they are muffled because I am still trapped under all of the broken down building. I can now hear the sound of footsteps and movement, some pieces of building are lifted off of my and I am helped up. I am then carried out and I look over and realize that the loud crash and screams I heard was from the other tower which now also has fallen. I head to the hospital, it takes a while to get inside but finally I get into a room and I am watching the news and I see a third plane crash into the pentagon. I am sitting in the hospital freaking out insanely scared; I find out that a fourth plane crashed into a field, then a nurse walks into my room and explains to me about my injuries; I had many injuries some severe and some minor. I was in so much pain; I stayed in the hospital for 5 days then I finally leave to go home but still scared for my life because of the attacks. I am in a wheel chair and both arms are broken at this point I have a severe concussion, but the attacks have stopped.
Now at this point in time it has been one year since the incident and nothing has happened since, now I'm still going to therapy however I plan to continue living my life normally although I found out the reason I hadn't heard from my best friend Jake in a year wasn't because he was busy because of 9/11 but because he is dead; I have known Jake for my whole life. Me and Jake have been friends since we where 4 years old, and now I have to live on with out him for the rest of my life, after this tragic event. Never forget.