Tuesday April 16,20132:42 a.m.
BOSTON, M.A.- I work on Huntington ave. my office is right around the corner from Copley square in Back Bay Boston. I contemplated working from home today because all my friends took the day off to drink and watch the marathon but I felt bad so I went to work which is a 45 minute B-Line subway ride into Hynes Convention center which is on Boylston street where the bomb went off.
I watched the marathon online until the runners started to get closer to downtown. I took my lunch and walked down to Copley to see the runners and stood there for about 45 minutes before heading back to work.
By the time I got around the corner to my office there was a loud explosion that shook the ground and I heard everyone screaming, a couple seconds after another smaller explosion.
I went up to my floor to see if I could get a better view from the windows but I just saw people running towards the office. The building kept the doors locked today to keep tourists from using the bathrooms so I ran down the emergency fire exit stairs to open the doors for some of the people. But the security guard stopped me after I let a few people in.
There was a family I let in that didn’t speak a lot of English, a mother with two small kids and an old man. They were all crying, they had been at the finish line waiting to see their dad, husband and in the old man’s case his son finish the marathon when the bomb went off and they didn’t know where he was.
Meanwhile I was trying to call my friends who were out of work to see the marathon I was trying desperately to get ahold of my best friend from college who asked me last night to skip work and go to the race with her. My mom had the day off to watch the race I was calling her frantically, but no calls were going through for like 10 minutes.
Another girl I let in helped me calm down the kids, we colored on the signs they brought with them and tried to comfort them. Honestly I had no idea how bad it was until people started walking past the windows of the lobby with blood on them. Once I read on twitter that the prudential center right across from my building was being evacuated for another bomb device the other girl and I got the family out of our building and started running towards the Symphony T stop where they got a call from the missing runner.
Once they met up with their family member I started to head towards the T station by the bomb because that’s how I get home from work. It was chaos, I walked past Boylston street where the cops had everything shut down, they were hauling bloody people off and I just tried not to look at anything so I wouldn’t get sick, I found a hole in the wall bar that was playing live coverage, so I ducked in and got a drink because I didn’t know what else to do.
I finally got enough courage after 2 drinks to walk outside and try to call my mom and my friend again. I got my mom she was ok. Then I walked home to the end of the B-line. I just cried the whole way. I finally got through to my friend she was ok. I am not sure how I feel. I feel pissed off, devastated.
I feel mad because it’s violence like this that creates mass fear. And I’m scared, which in my mind means the terrorist who did this is getting what he wants and I don’t know how to combat that fear.