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The frightening cold water struck my body as though it were a thousand knives. Even though I was on the door (or what was left of a door) floating blankly in the middle of nowhere; I felt the dark water hit my ice coated body. My hair was stiff and the red was hidden by the frozen white substance. Though my body was completely numb; I could still feel my hand clenched tightly around his. I saw a light shine through the murky fog that was hovering above the water. I looked over to Jack. His body was not only cold physically, but his eyes were cold and distant. He was descended into the cold abyss that awaits us all at the end.
"Come back! Come back to me!" I cried, trying to get the words out of my frozen throat that held them in with pain. But the light I had seen was nearer, they were looking for survivors. It was my chance to live; to keep my promise.
"They've come back Jack, look!" I hoped some miracle would happen and he would be here. But I knew it was far too late. "Jack! Come back Jack!" I knew I had to live for him. But I didn't, no couldn't want to let go. "I won't let go!" Even though I would, I would hold on to him mentally. As I let go, his body descended down, just like the ship had. His face slowly disappeared…
I awoke shivering, even though sweat was escaping my body from every inch. I had had that dream again. The dream about that night two months ago; the dream, the night, where life hit it's hardest; not just on me but everyone else there. Where you wished it was only a dream, a nightmare, and you would wake up and know you were some how alright. But life had a way of doing that, a way to make you want to die, just to relive that last dreadful moment. The Titanic had been a horrible tragedy, one that shouldn't want to be relived. But I couldn't go on knowing it had to end that way, and in some strange way I thought it was my entire fault, and I should be at the bottom of the life stealing ocean. But why regret instead of be thankful and happy you were alive. So I laid back down being that it was still pitch black outside. But I couldn't shake that last image out of my head. So I laid there staring blankly hoping I would fall asleep and erase every image that still haunts my mind.
But I thought of my life after Titanic, my life now. Well, for one thing I'm living on my own, with probably less then one-tenth of the money I had before Titanic. It would seem as though Mother pushed me out, but it was my own choice to live this way. To earn money I am a waitress, not pursuing my life long dream of being an actress.
After getting of the Carpathia I was overcome by scarlet fever. It arrived late in my case. I hardly remembered being sick on The Caprathia, but hell, I didn't remember the 'rescue' ship much at all. I remembered the thought of Jack, the cries that came from all over the deck and fact that I gave myself the name Dawson. But the actual sinking, I remembered that as clear as day. The flashbacks of the water, the lights flickering, and people dying (the whole 1523 of them), it was enough pain and misery to last for TWO peoples lifetime. But the thought slowly made me fall into a sleep, a very fitful one at that.
I hope you liked it. I can't wait to write the next chapters!!