The Choice
Waiting in the line to get into the Titanic exhibition, I checked myself in the mirror. I wore a pair of cream joggers and a white strap top with a plain grey jumper over it and red converse. I tossed the black hoodie over my shoulder as I approached the man. He looked at me caughtiously,
"How old are you" he said narrowing his eyes at me
"I'm fourteen well... nearly fifteen" I replied,
"Shouldn't you be in school" he asked
"No we have an inset day" I said impatiently, he sighed, then handed me the ticket as I gave him the money. I'd decided to come here and have a look around, I had always been fascinated by the Titanic and wondered what it would have been like on there. I followed the crowd of people through many different sections about how Titanic was built, who was a passenger on it. I wasn't as interested in that. I was intrigued about the sinking so decided to go ahead without them and the tour guide who didn't like the way I questioned everything! I slipped past them into a smaller room which was quite dim, the lights flickered constantly, I saw a large desk with an array of papers laid out.
There were times when warnings of iceberg were sent, diary entries and a couple of photos. One caught my eye, I pulled it out and gazed upon the young man who stood smiling next to two children. Behind them loomed the Titanic the ship which would kill them. I read the note attached, it simply said the name of the man Kyle Parton, and the children marked as unknown. I looked at the photo almost knowing what would have happened. I read on and indeed they had died on the night Titanic sank.
Up on the wall was a screen playing the footage of the ship being launched the grainy quality making me squint. It faded to black and then my eyes focused on the reflection I saw. An entrance taped off. I turned on my heel walking towards it, the red tape pulled across the entrance; it must have been an unfinished bit of the exhibition. I rolled my eyes ducking under the tape and entering the large room; the lights didn't flicker in here but it was still quite dark. I scanned the room hovering over a lump under some sheets, but I was drawn to the door. It was cracked open a slither of smoke curling around it licking the handle enticingly.
Slowly I moved towards it and jumped when I heard the faint babble of voices behind it. I eased the door open peering around it curiously, and gasped as I saw a long corridor stretching out before me. I stepped inside, the door clicked softly shut behind me, I whipped my head around and tugged at the handle. It opened but not back to the room I had just been it, it was a store cupboard. My heart started thumping loudly in my chest I looked wildly around the cupboard as if the other room would magically appear but it didn't.
"May I help you?" a voice asked politely I turned and saw a women dressed very strangely in a long dress which must have been from the... 1900's. I breathed out shakily before answering,
"Yes where am I?"
"Why you're on the Titanic my love this is the middle deck. Are you lost?" she questioned holding my shoulder
"No I'm fine..."I trailed off ... I was on the Titanic!
"You are dressed in an odd way are you part of the entertainment" she said. I just managed to nod before walking off. I was on the Titanic this was not good I mean how did I get off? How long did I have left? What day was it? I looked back sharply but the woman had gone.
Composing myself I began to move down the corridor, any one that walked past me stared their eyes boring into the back of my head their voices following me. Everyone thought I was strange some kind of entertainment for them, I finally found some stairs and jogged up them only to find another long corridor. I looked out of the window the sun was rising above the surface of the sea, I was safe for the moment. I then saw a huge wooden door, better to try it than to leave it untouched. I walked into a lobby it was quite early judging by the fact only a few were in the room.
I took a seat by the window steadying my breathing till it was normal. If I knew what would happen then I could warn the captain and maybe the boat wouldn't crash. But if the boat didn't crash then the rules to keep boats safe wouldn't be renewed which means there could be a bigger disaster. I had the power to let history repeat itself or to save hundreds of people from drowning, it seemed there was only one choice I could chose.