Thomas Andrews. the creator of the most popular ship, The Titanic. He boarded the Titanic as the carpenter alongside his daughter, adoptive daughter, Annabelle Andrews. Annabelle runs into one of the fellow officers, Harold Lowe. Ofcourse being the...
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"Father!" Annabelle screamed clinging on to her father as the water was rising around her legs.
"Go! Get out of here!" He yelled as he tried to pry her off him so she wouldn't get swept in by the water
"No.. not without you" She cried and he did his best not to cry. He swallowed hard as he quickly grabbed her and planted a kiss on her forehead and gave her a tight hug.
"I love you okay? I love you so much sweetheart" he whispered to his daughter.
"Mr. Lowe, take her out of here and get her to safety" Thomas said pushing the girl slightly back to the officer. Harry looked at Mr. Andrews and down at Annabelle before nodding his head and grabbing Annabelle by her waist and dragging her out.
"No! Father please!" She screaming trying to get out of Harry grasp.
"Harry let go of me! S-stop! Father" she cried clawing at Harry arms but he wouldn't let go. She left scratches on his bare arms as he had his sleeves rolled up. He winced in pain but didn't let go
"DAD!" ~~~~~~ April 14th 1912
Annabelle sat up in bed gasping for air, her eyes were wide as she was looking around the room, her hair stuck to her sweaty face, it was quiet throughout the whole ship giving her an eerie feeling. She lifted her shaking hand up to wipe the sweat that was dripping down her face as she glanced at the grandfather clock on the wall.
'2:49 AM'
"What the hell?" She muttered to herself as she gently laid back down.. she squirmed in bed trying to fall back asleep but it was pointless.. what was that dream she had? It felt so real to her.
"I love father but I can't wait to get the hell off this boat" she whispered to herself turning on her side and forcing her eyes closed so she could fall back asleep for a little longer. ~~~~~~~~ "Are you okay? You look a little pale" Cynthia asked the quiet Annabelle as she sat there allowing the young girl to braid her hair in a French braid. Cynthia looked at the girl who just stared into space and didn't say a word.
Cynthia could see the bags under Annabelle eyes, her shoulders looked sluggish and her eyes looked dull.
"Annabelle?" Cynthia called out and the girl jumped slightly snapping out of her thoughts
"Huh? O-oh I'm sorry Cynthia, I was just thinking" Annabelle responded as she reached her hands up and rubbed her tired eyes.. Cynthia hummed as she tied the rubber band at the end of the braid to keep it in.
"Care to share?" Cynthia asked placing the hair brush on the night stand.
"I have a feeling that something bad will happen today" Annabelle responding looking up at the young maid.
"Like what?" The girl asked going towards Annabelle trunk to pick out a dress for today. She settled for a simple white dress that was littered with green leaves and what looked like berries hanging to the leaves.
