9/11 Short Stories

Cold and wet, tired and exhausted she made her way along the path through the forest. Zero, that's what they called her, she had been called that for so long, her real name wasn't even in her memories. Zero had finally escaped her hostile home and away from her sisters who tortured her in every way possible. The dark sky put the seventeen year old at ease, she had always loved the dark, the bright stars reminded her of the diamonds her mother wore when she was still alive. The moon was shining down on the trees and flowers that grew along the path, everything was calming, the sounds of crickets, the occasional owl, and the leaves crunching under her combat boots. Her peace was ended when the sounds of running, yelling, and gunshots were heard near by. Zero’s pace picked up to a sprint as the noises got closer to the girl. The ground approached Zero quickly as she was tackled to the ground. A small-ish feminine hand covered the girl's mouth and the owner of the hand held a cold object against her throat. “If you scream, Ill kill you. Got it?”

“The name is Kara, you're stuck with me now, kid. Follow me.” Kara let go and lead Zero to what looked like railroad tracks, a train was coming so they hid. Kara grabbed the younger girl's arm and pulled her into one of the open cargo cars. “Zero, my name is Zero.” Sympathy was the only thing that could be seen on Kara's face, as if she understood the nickname. Kara nodded, there was a noise in the corner causing the girls to look. Out stepped a girl in a yellow jacket who looked like she had witnessed a murder, and then a girl who looked as if she had committed the murder that terrified the fragile looking