Submerged

Chapter 9

April 14, 1912

"Edward!" screamed my sister. "You have to think of something!"

I knew I had heard those words before, yet I was hearing them again. I have to admit, time travel is a bit haunting. When you hear the same words repeated—although you probably will not have the opportunity—by the same person, and with the same voice, it gets engraved in your mind forever. These kind of events do not happen every day, unless you have experienced déjà-vu. Then you certainly have an idea of what it feels like.

"Do not worry Justine, — I answered—I will fix this mess."

I closed my eyes and focused on the very first time I had met Jane, the love of my life. I remembered our kiss, and how after that everything came crashing down in the Titanic. I was careful not to think about those events though, I did not want to waste the little energy I had left from going back to April 11th, twice.

The image of Jane was blurry in my mind. I could not focus on it as hard as I tried, I figured my powers were too worn out for me to be able to use them, but there had to be something I could do. I had not gone back in time and through all this trouble only to give up and leave everything where it started. Maybe if I could see her face directly, I would be able to remember more easily. I planned on going to Jane's room. And although it was not likely that I would find her there, it was my only hope to not only save her, but also my family.

"Mother, I have to go. Do not worry though, I will make sure you and Justine survive, okay?"

"Oh Edward, don't go. Justine and I will be heading to the boats soon, what if you stay behind?"

"Don't worry, all is under control. I will come back, I promise."

I had barely finished speaking when I ran as quickly as possible to Jane's room. Obviously, I had no idea of what the number of that room was, but I knew Jane was from 1st class. She had to have a first class stateroom, and luckily I was not far from there, thanks to our first class dinner. The downside, however, was that I did not have time to search through all those rooms. But hope is what kept me going, hope is what keeps us all going. I searched and searched, looking for things such as photos or portraits of Jane, or even Jane herself, but I never found her, I should have known that there were far too many rooms for me to possibly find her. Was she gone? Was she dead? My fear was beginning to heighten. Suddenly, the ship started to shake. I could see the objects in the room sliding left and right. I felt like soon, everything was going to flood. The ship was sinking, and judging by the length of the Titanic, it was going to break apart too. I know what you, as the reader of this journal, are thinking at this moment, why was I not rewinding? Why was I not using my powers when I needed them the most? Well, it might sound silly, but I wanted to save them for when I found Jane, and I had to find her somehow. I know you are thinking that in the immensity of that ship, I would not find her with so little time. Well, let me tell you something, I did not find her, I never did.

Something occurred to me: I could go back to the very first time I discovered I had my powers. Remember that? Well, in case you don't, I want to tell you that it was on the afternoon of April 11th, 1912. I was eating in that restaurant, what was the name of it? Ah, yes, A La Carte Restaurant, I had that vision about the sinking of the Titanic and woke up so startled that I knocked my glass cup off the table. Oh, I could see everything so clearly! I closed my eyes and thought of that moment, and when I opened them, there I was, back at the very beginning.

It seemed as if the vision I had had at the beginning was simply me going back in time to fix all this. It seemed as if it had not been a vision, but a vague memory, a glimpse, of what I was about to see. I was terrified of that thought, had I really gone back in time more than once? Was this not the first time I had done this? It was horrifying to think about it, so I did not think about it anymore.

"Is something wrong, my dear?" Said my mother, breaking my trance.

"Jesus Christ, mother, you almost scared me to death!" I yelled in horror.

I beg you to forgive my manners, but I was truly shocked by the constant déjà vu, if I kept going back to fix my mistakes, I knew it was going to make me insane. My mother looked at me in horror.

"Excuse me? In what world were you? Obviously not this one..." She said.

"I'm sorry mother, I just need some air."

"Yes, please go ahead, I'll stay here with Justine."

I barely stopped to hear mother's words, I exited the room in a dash, looking for Jane once more. I found her waiting in the deck, just like last time, if there ever was one.

"Hey Jane!"

She did not look back, but I was expecting this. She did not look back that one time either, and if my calculations were correct, she was going to avoid me again, but this time I knew where she was going, so I waited for her on the ship's stern. Eventually, she came, and I knew what was coming next, or should I say who? I told her that we should leave; that a man hired by his family would come to threaten her and that if she didn't stop meeting me, he would have to use more desperate measures. We left the stern of the ship and ran towards the other end of the Titanic.

I was wearing my best suit that day, did I mention it before? I tend to skip over those "minor" details. I know, I know, those details are not "minor," if anything, they are essential to my narrations. Well, allow me to tell you my reader, my friend, that today is your lucky day, because I will spend some more of my ink narrating these "details" just for you. Why now you ask? Because this was the most marvelous repeated night of my life. Yes, nothing has happened yet, but from here on, everything just got better and better.