I was numb. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. At least, not about anything other than the pain and cold. It hit me like a thousand knives, stabbing me all over my body. Just like Jack had told me when he recounted the story of saving Rose.
Jack. Oh, how I missed Jack. But I was too cold and numb and weak to turn my head and look for him. That, unfortunately, was something I could feel--coldness. And I was freezing, that was for sure. I could even see bits of frost littering the few strands of hair that were frozen in front of my cold, pale face.
I saw a woman near me move. I heard a whisper, a strangled sob, and my heart soared. Maybe I wasn’t the only survivor. Maybe, just maybe, that woman, whoever she was, would help me, and we’d both live our lives and she could adopt me and we would be happy again. But my hopes were crushed. I turned my head a little bit, just barely turned it, and saw Jack’s body, my Jack’s body, being pushed into the water. He didn’t come up.
I felt tears burn my eyes, and felt the momentary warmth of one rolling down my cheek before the cold bit the tear streak again, making me even colder.
Then I heard something vague in the distance. Or, rather, I thought I heard something. The voice was probably just my imagination. Then I heard more--the sound of something, or someone, plunging into the water, and a few moments later, a vague whistling sound. The whistling noise continued for a little bit, and then I heard more voices and saw the silhouette of a boat. Then I saw a figure being hauled onto the boat. The boat was coming nearer, I could tell, and I began to open my mouth to call to them.
"H-help!" I shouted. But it came out a mere whisper; my voice was lost from the cold.
Then I heard more voices.
"Help!" No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn’t come out as more than a whisper.
"Help!" I called again, this time more audible than the last four tries, and I hoped they heard me. The boat began to come closer to me. They had heard me. But then, to my dismay, the boat started to turn around.
"No," I said, "Wait! Help! H-h-help." But it was useless.
The boat turned.
Nobody came.
My name is Cora, and I drowned on the morning of April 15, 1912, at 2:14 AM.
The End.