April 15th

I'm sorry, but I had to stop writing, for just a second. Somehow, though, in that second had turned into quite a while. I am going to finish the story now, because I can't put it off any longer. It feels like writing it is going to make it final. That if I just keep all of these thoughts locked deep in my head, the events didn't really happen. Writing them down feels like a closure. But, diary, I will tell you them. I will tell you everything, just as it happened, from when I left in the lifeboat. No matter how horrid the details.

By the time we hit the water, our lifeboat, I was numb with coldness. I hugged by jacket close to me. We rowed away from the ship, because of it's suction. I didn't even realize how magnificently slanted the deck was until we were rowed far enough away. Half of the bow was submerged, and the stern was rising ever so slightly. People were jumping off the sides of the ship, or throwing chairs, and other things like that over that railing, and broken promenade windows. It seemed like people had gone mad. Why jump off the ship? But more and more did, and each made a horrible sound as they hit the water, probably already dead, or standing on death's door.

And what I found horrific, in all of this, during all of this, the band played on. Since our lifeboat was near the ship still, we were able to hear the faint sound of the violins. In my life I don't think I've ever experienced something so noble. Just the thought of them, disaster surrounding them, death staring them in the face, and them, playing on. It almost brings tears to my eyes.

Some of the women in our boat where sobbing. They had left their brothers, or father, or husbands, and they knew that they would probably never see them again. One of the ladies looked like a third class passenger, and was only wearing a light dress. She was shivering violently, and despite how cold I was, I lent her my jacket.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" She coughed out, reaching a shaky hand to grab it. I smiled at her, or at least tried to.

I watched the scene in slow motion. The people, continuing to jump off, while those who remained on the ship made a mad dash towards the rising stern. Sometimes I couldn't help myself, but turn away. It was painful to watch the Titanic sink. To watch the ship of dreams sink. To watch the unsinkable ship sink.

The portholes of the ship where still brightly lit, but you could clearly see water rising inside the ship. In these last devastating moments, it didn't seem as though anyone did so much as breath.

All of a sudden, the ropes holding one of the funnels, hit the water, making a cracking noise. The other ropes binding it crashed down, too, and the funnel crashed down into the ocean, hitting the people trying to swim, in its wake. Several of the women shrieked, or screamed as it did.

The stern rose higher, and higher. The lights that were still lit dimmed slightly, came back on, and then faded out, for good.

Even though the night was pitch black, I could still hear it. Hear the screams, the items crashing into the water which would later be used as flotation devices. I could still see the pale outline of the magnificent ship, slanted across the deep blue sky.

Unexpectedly, a sudden deep ripping noise bellowed out, and it seemed as the ship and split in two. The bow dipped completely under water, and the stern fell back level. I'm not sure if the ship had been torn completely into two parts, but the stern rose, higher, and faster, until it was pointing vertically in the night sky, silhouetted against the sprinkle of stars. It seemed to last forever, but was only probably minutes, seconds even, but the stern seemed to slip under the water, the black ocean swallowing the remaining of the Titanic.

Gently and quietly the last of the stern slipped below the waterline, and at just about 2: 20 AM, April 15th, Titanic, the Ship of Dreams, was gone.

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A/N: I hoped you liked it. This isn't the last chapter, by the way. I know it could seem like it. . Please review! Reviews mean a lot to me!!!