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Titanic's Fault

Standing on the starboard side, grabbing a side bar, I'm here.

Here. Here on Titanic. A young English woman

who had so much

ahead of

her.

But I'm here. The "unsinkable" ship is sinking.

Oh, how I wonder how much the White Star Line is going to be hated.

I thought I would reach America with my love.

I was to become a performer.

I have the money.

I left it all in my room. It's probably filled with water now.

Unless my "love" has that money.

He only loves my money

not me.

He left me an hour ago

to die.

Mum told me to stay in London

where the family and fortune was.

I guess you could say I ran away for love

and the love killed me.

But it wasn't really the love's fault;

it's Titanic's fault.

A "Titanic" mistake you could call it.

Oh, look at me!

Thinking of the past when others around me

are thinking of the

future.

Do they have a future on Earth,

in Heaven,

or Hell?

That's what they ought be thinking,

I should be too.

But I'm too caught up in the past,

like that bug I saw stuck in the spider's web in my attic,

with no

way

out.

That bug was completely caught in that web

and I'm caught in my past

not a future that won't happen.

I hear a creaking noise

and the lights shut off.

People start screaming.

I'm one of them.

Oh God oh God oh God.

I wish that filthy rat was with me right now

just so I wouldn't be alone.

I could call him worse names

but I can't.

I've never said a horrible word in my life

or Mum would slap me.

She would, I know it.

But I'm dying.

I can't say it.

If I ever want to see her in Heaven when her time comes,

I better be innocent,

or she'll slap me into Hell.

I can feel the floor below me crack

and I start slipping.

God, Mum was right.

Father hadn't said a word,

he was too busy drinking.

That bad habit.

I'm surprised Mum hasn't slapped him yet.

She's going to slap the person who owns

The White Star Line for killing me.

Or she could go on a boat to the

iceberg and slap that.

She's bound to slap someone.

My father's a drinker and my mum's a slapper.

I haven't had more than a glass at a time

and I've only slapped my little sister

so that doesn't count.

My sister.

The only one

who understood my dreams.

I'm going to miss her.

The board snaps underneath my feet

and my shoe falls into the lower floors

through the hole the broken board made.

I hold the white bar tighter

and stare into the sky.

Oh, I wish Peter Pan from that book

written by my neighbor

would come and take me away,

even though I'm bound to end up somewhere

where I'll never grow up.

The ship sinks deeper.

The water starts to reach my feet.

God, it's freezing!

I grasp the bar tighter

but it's no use.

Someone rips my hands

from the bar

and takes the spot for himself.

I know where he's going

and it's not pretty.

I plunge into the cold water.

I feel like I'm immediately frozen.

My hair gets soaked

and my dress gets heavy

from the weight of the water.

Goodbye world.

Goodbye slappy Mum.

Goodbye drunken Father.

Goodbye sister.

Sister.

Sister.

Daughter.

Niece.

Granddaughter.

Cousin.

I'm all of that

and it's gone.

My eyes close

and I accept my fate.

A few minutes later

and the water becomes warm.

I'm not wet

and I can breathe.

I open my eyes

and everything around me can't move.

A beautiful child comes toward me.

"Take my hand," she says.

I grasp it

and start flying.

Flying over the sunken ship.

Flying over the ocean.

Flying towards London.

Flying into my home.

Home.

I fly into my parents' window.

They are sleeping.

I kiss them both on the forehead.

And stroke Mother's hair.

I glide into Sister's room.

She's crying.

"Is something the matter?" I ask.

Then I remember she can't hear me.

She looks up.

"Who's there?" she whispers,

lifting her head ever so slightly.

I glide over and sit next to her on the bed.

"Me."

She looks me in the eyes and smiles.

"How can I see you?" she asks.

"Are you?"

I nod, and she starts silently sobbing into her hands.

I hug her.

"I sensed something was wrong, and I couldn't fall asleep.

I didn't know it was this bad," she whispers.

I kiss her on the head and hug her tightly.

"I love you," I say.

"I love you too," she says.

We hug, and everything turns bright.

I lose my sight

of her

and go into the light.

The beautiful little girl is there.

"How could she see me?" I ask.

"She loves you beyond everything

and could sense something was wrong.

It was her love

that got her

to see."

I follow the child

into the gates

of Heaven.

I still blame the Titanic though.

I wrote this on Figment. I thought about Titanic, wrote the first line, and this happened! What do you think?

 

Wow!

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