24 April 2012
I stumble, walking, running, it could not be sinking, no, I couldn't break in two. I cannot leave my father behind. I will stay on this ship untill I die unless my father leaves with me! I go over to edge of the ship and breathe in the fresh salty air. There is tension, panic in the air, but I will not tolerate it. No one will notice the beauty of everywhere around us. We have been sucked into a world of coldness, cloder than this water before me, we have been obbsessed with this stupid, "luxurious" ship. And were has it got us now?? I take a breath in, inhaling the salty air.
I feel a hand on my back, a person. I look around. It's Mary, my stepmother. "Die" she says, with a humorous tone. "Die."
I feel my feet being lifted off the ground and thrown. It shocks me. It's so cold. Freezing,terrifying, scary. I will die. Tonight. Aged 14, I will die. With many other souls
Titani Part One • Opuss № I