1 May 2012
A fictional account of Annabelle Collier.
The wind lashed at my face like a whip as the icy cold took me in it's tight grip, never seeming to let go. I clutched onto the ships railing for dear life, scanning the mass panic from my place. The band was playing a beautiful melody, and for a second I thought that my feet would begin to dance. "Annabelle, my dear. We must get you to a lifeboat." My husband, Oliver Collier, took my arm gently and pulled me to him. The deck was over flowing with panicking passengers and screaming children. I brought my hands to my ears to block out the horrific sounds, wishing I were somewhere else. I looked on as people were saying their last good byes. Some people were in night clothes, others freshly arrived from the dining hall. All were unprepared for the event taking place. "Annabelle, hurry, or we shall not get you a place." I nodded, and my pearl colored dress rippled as I scurried a long. Suddenly, the ship lurched like an old car and everyone tumbled to the ground in one big heap. More chaos followed as people began to run wildly to their only hope; the life boats. My legs were shaking and my dear Oliver had to pull me up. I looked up into his kind blue eyes and I set off crying. If I went on a life boat, it would mean leaving him; possibly for forever. Oliver pulled me into a tight hug, and I knew he was fighting back the urge to cry. I was grateful for his comfort, and I never wanted him to let go. "I'll get another life boat" he said softly. Suddenly, I was ripped from his comforting arms by the crew. I screamed and kicked for Oliver as I was taken against my own will into the busy life boat. I was roughly pushed into a minuscule seat by two petrified- looking old ladies. I saw Oliver being held back by a bunch of crew members as he tried to reach me, his face desperate. Loud sobs escaped my throat as I saw him mouth the words "I love you". Then, his face disappeared as the life boat was swiftly lowered into the sea. I screamed his name again, tears painting my pale cheeks, but my voice was drowned out by the terror unfolding. I never did see him again after that, but somewhere he lays upon the sea bed, still holding the key to my heart.
By Smoothie I'm sorry, this is terrible, I know. My writing is exceptionally bad. The characters I used are not real. Thanks for reading.
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