April 16th

I know, I know. I said that I would finish the entire story last night, but as I was writing the darkness grew, and decided to save the next part for daylight. Because what came next was beyond horrible. What came next was even worse than the actually sinking, itself. It was the cries of hundreds of people dying, echoing through the cold night air. Cries so loud, and shrill, and helpless. Cries that would have sickened the devil himself. And we didn't do a thing about it. We just sat there, wallowing in our pity, as we listened to 1500 people die. Cries for help, and names of loved ones. People yelling prayers, and pleads.

As soon as the cries started, they died down, and a horrid, deafening silence blanketed us, leaving us cold and feeling alone in our boats.

The stars showed little light against the dark ocean, that was almost as dark as most of us where feeling. I looked up at them, so light and innocent, watching us down here. Mocking us. In the time I spent star gazing I count 6 shooting stars. I had never actually looked at the stars before, but surely six shooting stars where quite a lot?

Seeing them made me think of an old saying my gram used to say. "Every time you see a shooting star," she'd say, "it means a soul has gone to heaven." The thought of how many shooting stars there where tonight sent shivers down my spine.

It seemed like hours, that we were just going to be left in the middle of the north Atlantic, when a women shouted that she saw a steamer. At first I didn't believe her, and I'm not sure that many others did, but as the morning light dawned, a ship was indeed steaming to our, presumably, rescue. Someone else in the ship checked their watch and announced that it was just about five o' clock.

We didn't reach the ship, which I found out was the Carpatia, until somewhere around 8:00. We were one of the last boats to be picked up. As soon as I climbed on board, a man asked my name.

"H-hannah D-dugan" I replied shakily. He nodded and wrote my name down.

"Do you know if Erik Dugan made it?" I asked him out of curiosity. His eyes scanned the list and muttered a sad "No."

I knew that a scarce number of crew men had made it. I nodded sadly to him, and was ushered away by a lady who wrapped a warm blanket around my shoulders, and thrust a hot cup of a deep brown liquid in my hands, which I had just realized were shaking. I thanked her, and sat down on one of the Carpathia's deck chairs. A million thoughts raced though my mind. What was I going to do, with no brother, in a foreign country? How would Emma find out? I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't notice a body sit down next to me and say my name.

I looked up, it was Gracie. She had tears in her eyes, and streaming down her face. "Daniel didn't make it. I asked once all the lifeboats were picked up," she says, crying. I bit my lip hard, and hugged her, us both crying on each other's shoulders.

"I'm so sorry, Gracie," I said when we pulled away. She wiped her eyes and softly muttered, "Neither did William. I knew that you really liked Daniel, Hannah, and I'm extremely sorry. He really liked you, too. I'm ever so sorry about your brother, as well. I at least have family in New York, but you don't. Hannah, I'm so, so sorry."

I tried to smile weakly, to comfort her, but it didn't work.

X

In the day light, there seems to be an innumerable amount of icebergs. They seem so majestic, despite the fact that they are so disastrous. Caption Rostron, of the Carpathia, was an extremely brave man for going through these fields of ice, in the dead at night, to help us, and I honour him dearly. We sailed over the spot where the Titanic and sunk, and had a prayer service, hornouring those who had died. During the service I found myself silently crying.

Far to late, the Californian arrived on the scene. They stayed to look for any survivors while we head for New York.

Some of the passengers of the Carpathia have given up clothes, and beds, and even entire rooms for us. I don't bother, and I sleep on the deck. Gracie has stuck with me in this. We both lost our family members, and we both lost someone we loved.

We spent most of our time on the boat deck, talking. I once found myself tired, as Gracie went inside. I had drifted off to sleep, and was awoken by a little girl talking to me. She had stringy blonde hair, and a little cap. Her large, round eyes were says and we dress was wrinkled.

"Do you miss your mommy too?" She asked, looking up at me. She looked to sad, and helpless.

"Yes," I said to her. "Yes, I miss my mommy, too,"

She smiled as though I had made her day and climbed on the chair next to me. She told me about her mother, as she cried. I tried to comfort her, and I told her it would be alright. But would it?

I couldn't help myself, looking at this little girl, no older than 5, with no mother, probably no father, and blame myself for surviving. This little girl needed parents, but me, I had nothing in New York, and no possible way to sail back to England to live with my grandparents.

Of all those 1500 hundred people that were plunged into the freezing depths of the ocean that night, and only five were saved. It makes you think of your purpose on earth, and why you made it. Most of them, 2nd and 3rd class passengers. What I should have been. And the crew; a lot of crew members died. Like Erik. They're tales of heroism that shall never be told, because of the scarce people who saw, and are alive to pass their stories on. And the noble people, like John Jacob Astor, and Benjamin Guggenheim, and Daniel, and the list goes on, all very noble men, who had lives to finish living.

They shall always be remembered.

A/N: . In case you're wondering, I'm still not finished, and again, I know it seems like it. I hope you liked this chapter (I nearly cried when I wrote it x.x) please review. If you didn't like it, you can still review too. . I'm sorry that I killed Erik and Daniel. I didn't exactly want to, but it seemed fit. Sorry! :(