It's dark, so dark, everything smells like blood, I don't know where I am. I tried so hard to help, to save but one person and I failed. I am no good to anyone, I can't belong in a land where others reside, everything I do now brings harm to others. When she gazed up she could see the stars in the sky like a lantern lighting the world, were it not for that lantern she would have surely been lost to calm sea beneath her. She squeezes her eyes closed and listen to the sounds of the waves hitting the side of the broken ship she sits upon. Everything is so wet and cold and she's losing feeling in her toes. Perhaps this is better, perhaps in order to save those around me from the fate of knowing me I must give in to the cold in the depths of the ocean beneath me. She wraps her hands together and looking down she can see the knotted rope binding her two small pale hands together and a tear escapes her eyes. No, I mustn't cry, I have done this to those who were with me on the ship and even though they sealed my doom that shouldn't have happened to anyone. I deserve this fate for wishing ill upon those who wronged me. She shuts her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath, then releases it and plunges forward into the icy depths before her.