Titanic -The Heart Never Lies HL Griffiths

In the Icy Water- Chapter Two

We went under so fast my lungs burned. The coldness of the water hit me like needles. It was so cold I could not think or breathe Blackness invaded my senses. Currents ripped at my legs like strong hands tugging at me. "Jack" my mind screamed suddenly as the realisation that I was not holding his hand hit me.

Terror welled up in me and my mind was numb. "Rose, you must KICK," Jacks words echoing in my mind. I drifted and thought so tired, just sleep, close my eyes and never wake up, escape this torment

"You so special Rose, never let go..." Jacks face swum before my eyes, the love spilling over from his brilliant blue eyes.

"Never let go, never let go" The words taunting me like slaps. I had to do something. I kicked hard, every movement agony, my clothes weighing me down hampering my efforts.

I surface, to a sea of writhing, desperate humanity. Arms flailing, gut wrenching animalistic cries and death in the air, "Jack" "JACK where are you?" my voice whipped from my mouth by cruel sea breezes.

"Help me, help me" "Molly" "Save me" I hear desperate voices of others calling in panic.

I am so cold, before I can look for Jack or gather my senses, big arms grab me and duck me under, I try to yell but it doesn't come, swallowing water, desperately I try to come up for oxygen. I manage to wriggle up and take huge breaths of chilled air.

"Get off me" I scream

The stranger grabs me again and catches my hair and ducks me under, I cannot stand anymore this as I feel my minimal strength fading fast.

Jack

As we go under her hand was gone, survival overtakes me and my instinct was to look for Rose. She was not going to survive this unless I found her fast. I was a good swimmer often diving into the cold waters of Lake Wisotta in winter. Even so trying to surface the undertow was trying to suck me down with the ship was taking much effort. I kick hard and push to go upwards.

"Christ its freezing!" I yell as I get my head out the water. Chaos is all around me, lots of death cries and people thrashing about in the deadly cold water.

"Rose" I roar. I cannot see her.

Panic fills me I have to find her fast, we could die in this water, and hypothermia is quick. Death is indiscriminate and sudden.

I strike out with clumsy strokes, looking for her, my progress slow. "Rose?" I call. Suddenly I see her, she is being held onto by a large, dark male pushing her down in blind madness, she trying to get away but in vain.

I think "My god it's that evil Cal, he can't wait to destroy her" but I quickly saw it wasn't him.

I hope he's dead I think bitterly, after the way he tried to kill us as the boat was going down. All for that damned necklace. That was all he loved, a hideous cold diamond, hard as his ruthless heart and it was all he was ever capable of loving.

He had never loved Rose, not liked I loved her, would always love her.

Adrenaline pounds through me, I reach the man holding her and punch him square on the jaw and he releases her, I grabbed Rose and pulled her to me by the straps of her life belt.

She is crying huge loud sobs and grabs me and pulls me close kissing me wildly, "Jack, Jack, I couldn't find you, oh I need you, we need to get outta here" she said with a choked voice.

Memories of flying on the front of this beautiful boat sweep before my eyes. Roses soft voice saying "Jack I've changed my mind" and we kissed, we knew we belonged, two sides of the same coin. A start I thought, that would be a lifetime of us.

The coldness brings me back to this horrific reality, I kiss her head, and my legs feel like dead weights. She is right we need to get outta the water.

I try to block out the sound of human suffering all around me, out the comer of my eye and see people floating silent, gone, the coldness sucking away their life blood.

I drag Rose hopelessly through the black mire toward what looks like a piece of wood; it's a door, carved and ornate, only hours ago this was on the ship now its flotsam.

I somehow heave Rose onto the door, her lips are blue her, hair starting to freeze, she has to be out the evil water before its tentacles pull the soul of out her.

OH NO I try to pull half my body onto the door. A terrible dilemma hits me and I nearly fall back into the water. The door will only support one person!

"Jack, get on" she whispers faintly her breathing laboured. "I cant" I reply, tears stinging my eyes. "It will only take one, "We'll have to wait for the boats!"

I just hope that they will be soon. I don't know how long I can hold on.