𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐿𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦

~𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛~

The library began to spin, and Madelyn felt light-headed. Her legs felt like jelly and everything turned white. After a flash, she felt normal, but wasn’t in the library anymore.

The floor under her was moving, and there were people screaming from all directions.

Suddenly a man in a uniform and mustache grabbed Madelyn’s arm and started pulling her. She panicked and pulled back trying to get out of his strong grasp. “Come on!” He yelled over the chaos, but Madelyn kept pulling back.

Another man lost his balance and crashed into the two, and they separated. Madelyn got to her feet and ran in the opposite direction. She reached a wall and held onto a pole next to it.

‘What on earth is going on?!’ she thought, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Once she came back to her senses, the realized she was on a ship, a very chaotic one, and that she wasn’t in her normal clothes anymore, but in a light blue Edwardian dress and white gloves.

Now more confused than ever, Madelyn jerked her head side to side trying to find more clues on where she was. She spotted eight people with instruments playing a couple meters away from her.

Madelyn listened to what they were playing; ‘Nearer, My God, To Thee’.

Her heart almost stopped as she finally knew where she was, the Titanic itself. She started panicking again, what would she do? Would she die? Forever or will she be brought back to the library?

Minutes passed, and Madelyn’s mind raced with different ways this could end, but she knew she couldn’t just stand in place and expect this to turn out well. So, she traveled to the front of the ship, pressing herself against a wall.

Wood, chairs, people, and more were sliding on the floor as the ship began tilting. Madelyn held onto a rail for dear life, praying she wouldn’t die.

The whole ship shook as it the front of it rose into the air. Madelyn’s grip loosened on the rail and then it happened. The ship snapped in half and she was thrown off. Madelyn screamed as she began falling, very fast.

Pain spread from her back to the tips of her fingers as she plunged into the deathly cold Atlantic Ocean. This was it. This was the end.

Madelyn let out a yelp of surprise as she hit what seemed to be something solid. She had fallen into the water though, right? Maybe it was a plank of wood. No, she would have been dead by now. Was she dead?

“You made it, you’re alright.” A cheerful voice said.

Great, she’s dead and stuck with Iden. This couldn’t get worse.

“She looks pale, but she’s still alive, right?” said a different voice.

A hand grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. Madelyn opened one eye and saw she was back at the library again. Her clothes were normal as well. She opened her other eye and let out a sigh of relief.

“We saw everything! You looked so scared and even I was worried!” Iden exclaimed, circling Madelyn. 

“What on earth was that? How- I was in- how... I actually was on the Titanic how is that possible?!” Madelyn stammered.

“Anything is possible when it comes to spirits! Never forget that.” Iden grinned

“We played good, right? You saw us, right?” asked Roger from behind Madelyn.

A few loud claps came from the ceiling and there was Isabel, swinging gently on the chandelier. “That was brilliant! I cannot believe the pastway was a success! My apologies, we should of warned you about it but we reckoned it should be a surprise.”

“The pastway? Thats what its called? It terrible! I literally thought I was going to die! You really should of gave me a heads up.” Madelyn crossed her arms.

“Oh please, at least you’re alive. Think of the thousands of people on that ship who truly perished.” Protested Isabel, slowly descending down to the ground, like Mary Poppins with an umbrella. “Now, we didn’t give you much time to physically take note of anything, so let’s do that now.” She walked over to the big circular table and sat down at it, patting the seat beside her. “We'll work together.”

Madelyn didn’t feel angry and anymore. With Isabel and the musicians sitting together recalling all they could remember she could relax and just write. No matter how big or small the memory was, she wrote it. A sentence turned into a paragraph, which turned into a page, then two.

But this moment wasn’t only about the tragic end of the Titanic, the five also discussed world issues, how they started and how everything could of ended different. They laughed at the evolution of fashion over the decades, the simple facts people back then didn’t know about, and so much more. The other spirts joined in as well.

At one point Isabel and Madelyn were searching the bookshelves for several books they needed and when they returned to the table, a white daisy was placed perfectly on top of Madelyn’s notebook.

She picked it up and examined it. It looked healthy, but felt cold.

“I wonder who would do that.” Isabel said chuckling softly and looking off to the left.

Iden was peeking from behind the curtains and quickly scurried away and vanished once he noticed Madelyn's eyes on him.

“He’s been trying to get your attention all this time.” Whispered Isabel. “I understand you find him annoying but try to get to know him a little. It’ll make his spirit very happy.”

That evening before leaving, Madelyn made sure she said a proper friendly goodbye to Iden. His eyes lit up with joy when she did so and a smile was glued on his face for the rest of the night.

Back at home, Madelyn got out a different notebook she thought she would never find a use for and swore she would write chapters of each ghosts life in them. She started with the musicians and filled page after page with what the three told her, and what she saw herself. Madelyn worked hard until she fell asleep on her desk, her face planted in the book.
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uGh irl school starts on Monday and I'm pretty upset. School sux :/ not the learning part but actually being there. I always feel so uncomfortable there and feel like somone is watching me and judging meeeeeeeeeee

Can i get a F or something ,__,