Rohan's Beloved

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Rohan’s Beloved

            All I remember of the worst day of my life was the terror I saw in my parent’s eyes and the sickening sight of the S.S. Beloved diving to the depths of the sea. Carrying my poor parents tortured souls down with it.

            The S.S. Beloved was a rather pocket-sized ship. It only had room for one life raft. One miniscule life raft that had a capacity to hold about six average size people. Too bad the ship was carrying 15 people.

            My parents sacrificed themselves to save me, a terrified 5’6”, 15 year old girl, by shoving me into the life raft and forcing me to say my last goodbye. I knew that I’d never lay eyes on them ever again.

            The life raft was dropped into the sea and the six aboard were forced to watch the drowning ship with horror in their eyes and a great sadness in their heavy hearts. At that moment, I was so overcome with too many emotions for a single person to handle, that I fell over and blacked out.

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When I wake, I feel nothing. I hear nothing. But I see everything and everyone in the broad daylight. I’d seen all of these people aboard the ship, but one. He’s a tall boy with dark brown hair and electric green eyes. He must’ve been a stowaway. I’d have noticed him before if he wasn’t. He’s accompanied at the other side of the raft, across from where I sat, by two other guys who I’ve seen before with their parents at a dinner the captain had hosted. They’re both tall, but the one on the stowaway’s right has light skin and very blonde hair. The other boy on the left is much different. His skin is dark and his eyes are a beautiful shade of brown. He’s muscular and heavy set; whereas the blonde and the stowaway are skinnier but still built. They chat amongst themselves while I peer at the rest of our party.

            A girl with dazzling red hair, and who I assume to be her grandfather are seated on my right. He is tickling her and she’s giggling like nothing had even happened. Or rather I assume she’s giggling, for I still can’t hear. It’s like I’m awake and asleep all at the same time. Traumatized might be the word to describe my situation.

            After a while of floating, the others get restless and decide it would be good to arouse me. I watch them as they wave their hands, snap and make faces in my face. But I just can’t snap out of it. The stowaway, who hasn’t yet tried anything, stands from his spot and motions for the others to move away. They do and he swaggers best he can, in an inflatable raft, straight up to me. He leans in close, and I can’t seem to process what was happening until he hold his hand in the air and brings it down hard on my cheek. To my surprise it works! I could hear, see, and comprehend! I shake my head and mutter an ‘ouch.’

            “See?” he says to everyone proudly, “All she needed was a good blow to the head.”

            “Wow, thanks. I don’t feel like a bad dog or anything.” I reply sarcastically as I rub my sore cheek.

            “What else were we supposed to do? We ran out of options,” he counters and everyone nods in agreement.

            “We?” I ask.

            “If you’re referring to our names then mine is Jeremy,” he replies.

            The granddaughter stands up from her spot and carefully makes her way over to me. “I’m Sophia. Sophia Johnson.” She sits down next to me and holds out her hand.