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Story~~

I know that most of you know of the horrible bombings that occurred on April 15th, 2013 in Boston Massachusetts. I was there for the whole thing. I was present. I saw everything and felt the fear no one wants to feel.

Here's my story~~

The weather was perfect for a Marathon. Maybe even one of the best days that I've seen. It wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold. And as Goldilocks would have said, it was just right. A high of 53 degrees and a low of 43 degrees. Not a cloud in the sky. The streets crowded with spectators. Especially Boylston Street in Back Bay Boston, the destination for the finish line. This is exactly what a Marathoner dreams of on their big day. They've trained all year, qualified for this and now they're here. They've qualified for the Boston Marathon, the 117th Boston Marathon. But no one expected that to happen. No one expected that on that day, April 15th, 2013, Patriots' Day here in Boston, the air would be shattered by screams of anguish and horror.

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"Yea! Go Auntie Kelly!! Woohoo!" I shouted, waving my hands in the air and snapping as many pictures as I could on my iPhone 5. She crossed the finish line with a time of three hours, forty-nine minutes. This was her third or fourth Boston Marathon, but my memory is so spun I can't remember. She'd been training all year alongside everyone else competing in this amazing race. And she's finally finished!

Almost three fourths of the race's population, which was an estimate of 23,000 runners, had already finished. And at that time, the largest amount of runners had been finishing as well. Leaving the sidewalks crowded with fans cheering on and waiting for family members.

So many charities had raced for their cause. Such as the Dana-Farber Charity, Team Bruschi, Sandy Hook and so many more. But at the time, Sandy Hook was the one that stuck out to me the most. Since their attack hadn't even been four moths prior the marathon, they still came and ran in the victims' honor.

Since the VIP bleachers had begun to get crowded, my Dad, Uncle and I decided to head up to our hotel room over at the Lenox Hotel, which is also located on Boylston Street. We've stayed in the same room every for the last ten years watching the Marathon. It's a huge day for my Mom and Aunt, whom both had finished already. And now the two of them have been inside the VIP tent, and were probably walking back towards the hotel along Exeter Street. I'd see them in only a few minutes, where my sister had made a special finish line for them out of construction paper. She's always done this, and it's so much fun seeing my Mom and Aunt step out of that elevator and to hear all the cheering for them as I hold the finish line with my sister.

But that hasn't happened yet. The lobby is packed with people as they greet family members after they finish. And since there were so many people, we decided to take the stairs up to our room instead, even if it was four flights. My sister was sitting in the hallway with a friend that came to support my mom alongside us. Signs for my Aunt and Mom lay alongside the walls, awaiting their arrival.

Because of all the pictures I had taken, my phone was nearly dead. So I decided that, before my Aunt and Mom came up the elevator, I would charge it and save the battery for any pictures I might want later. I always hate it when I the battery on my phone is dead and I want to get a picture. I don't need to go get the key from my Dad because we kept the door unlocked. We used the deadlock to do that. So I plugged in my phone, and I felt it vibrate as the charging began. But that's not the only thing that vibrates.

Because suddenly the floor was shaking below me. And the loudest explosion I had ever heard split the air in half.

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I ran as fast as I could towards the window. At first, I believed that it was a celebratory cannon. And that's what everyone believed at first. Until I truly saw everything.

There was smoke everywhere as it billowed upwards and towards the sky. Screams split the air as I opened the window to get a better look. People were running as fast as they could away from the smoke. I saw runners only steps away from the finish line they had been looking forward too turn around and run in the other direction. Or just sprint to the finish to get their belongings and see their family again. But why were people running? My brain still wasn't working properly and my body was going into shock from the noise.

'What the hell was that?!' I had screamed as I ran out of my room, the door locking behind me as I burst into the room with everyone else. I grabbed hold of my sister as I felt the ground shake again and another huge explosion filled the air. We both scream Bloody Mary and ran out the door to our hotel room. Everyone follows us as we race to the stairs, wanting to get out of the building as fast as we could. But then the police had come, and demanded that we go back to our rooms and that we would be safer there. To our dislike of that demand, we quickly went back up the stairs and to the rooms.

But as soon as we got back inside, I rushed to the window and stuck my head out. I looked up and down to street, only to see another cloud of smoke only five hundred feet away from the first explosion. The exact direction everyone had been running away from the first bomb. The smoke had begun to disappear by then, but I could still see several people sprawled out on the sidewalk near the second explosion.

I looked back over towards where the first bomb had gone off, only to see bodies upon bodies heaped up in a mass. Blood stained the ground all around them. Limbs had been blown off and sirens blared. There was shattered glass all over. People lay on the sidewalk, shrapnels and glass protruding from their legs and torsos. One man had lost both his legs, but was still trying to get up and run. So many people were hurt, and the streets were quickly filling with ambulances. There was screaming all around as people tore down the barriers and ran to the aid of those wounded.

My uncle had disappeared down there in search of my aunt. And I didn't know where he was. But he had been down there, tearing down the barriers, seeing the kind of carnage no one wants to see. All I cared about at the time was 'Where's Mom?!' That's all I was yelling. I hadn't known if she was still waiting over by the finish line for my Aunt. I didn't even know if my Aunt was okay either!

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My Dad kept telling me to get away from the windows, that he didn't want me to see. But I had already seen everything. I had already seen a large amount of the carnage these bombs created. I didn't care what my Dad had said, I had already seen what had happened. So it didn't matter anymore if I kept looking. But my sister needed me more at the moment. So I pulled my head back inside and went over to her, trying to calm myself down and comfort her. But the adrenaline had already kicked in and my whole body was shaking. But I didn't cry, I didn't do anything that would have scared my little sister.

So I led her and our friend into our hotel room. I shut the blinds so we wouldn't see anything as well. I wouldn't allow my sister to see what I already did. Our friend was freaking out, so I stepped in and made her sit down over in the corner. She needed to calm down, because it wasn't helping the cause whatsoever.

It only got worse when an announcement was made from the stairwell to turn off all our cellular devices. And it immediately triggered a thought in my mind. They thought there was a possible bomb in the Lenox Hotel! I wouldn't say this out loud though. I wouldn't say a thing. I just stayed in the corner alongside my friend, not wanting to go anywhere near the windows in case there was another bomb.

But that was when they ordered immediate evacuation. My sister had begun to cry again, so I quickly grabbed my phone, her phone and lastly; her epipen for her peanut allergy. We never leave the house without it, and none of us knew when we'd be back. My sister was my first priority. And she would be until we were safe at home again. And at the time, we had no idea where we were actually going to go.

The police ushered us down the stairs as fast as we could go. My arm was around my sister's shoulders, keeping her close to me. She had only grabbed her blanket and favorite toy. They comforted her wherever she went, and I didn't argue with this whatsoever. Whatever made her safe was fine with me.

The lobby was filled with people as the exited the hotel. The police tried comforting everyone they saw that was distressed. At least six of them had said to my sister that it was okay and that they had it all under control and that she was safe. It was amazing how all those men were so calm in a time like this. I salute to every one of those brave officers!

We were directed to an alley to the right of the hotel. They wanted us to get away from Boylston Street. They wanted us anywhere but the danger zone.

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So we all went to the Marriott Hotel down the street. And after an hour of worrying, I was finally reunited with my Mom and Aunt. My Uncle that had run down to the explosions was there too. He had met up with my Aunt and come here. I was so happy I was crying. I thought she had gotten caught in the explosions as well. A huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders when my family was reunited. And I thought we were all safe.

But I was wrong.

Once again, the police came into the hotel and ordered us to leave the lobby and that we needed to get away from the area. And that meant either going upstairs, or evacuating yet another building. My mom wouldn't go upstairs whatsoever, so we all ended up leaving the building through the back and evacuating completely. We wouldn't take any chances that the police weren't telling us about something important.

So we ended up on the streets again. We didn't know where we were supposed to go, but when my mom asked a policeman, all he said was 'Get away from here. It's not safe here.' We followed that advice and walked away from the city. We didn't stop, not even my Aunt or Mom, whom had only finished the marathon an hour or so earlier. I kept my sister close to me the whole time, wanting to keep her safe no matter what, like I had said before.

So we walked four miles until we finally reached a hotel that we deemed safe; that we believed was far enough away from the blast zone to spend the night. There were six of us left, because many of our group was able to get rides home. But since we still had all our stuff in the hotel, we wouldn't leave. So all six of us decided to cram into a two bed suite for the night.

But we barely slept all night. And whenever I had fallen asleep, nightmares plagued my dreams. Every accidental bang we heard, or sirens outside caused every one of us to jump. We were so on edge. And we all are still all on edge. But after all this horror, I'm home. Writing this.

This is what I saw. This is my story on April 15th, 2013. But even this doesn't display the horrors I experienced. The carnage I saw. The feelings I felt during the horrid tragedy.

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