Cold Water By: K.C.M

April 15th

The instant I hit the water, I felt sucked. My body couldn't move and the water felt like it personally wanted me dead. The suction caused by the ship could have alone taken out a full grown man. How could a 13 year old girl fight it? So I laid there, prepared to die but not wanting to. I wanted to scream cry out for help but no one would be able to hear me anyway. I remembered one person who could help me though, God.

I didn't want to close my eyes in fear that I would never open them again. I looked to the sky and started to mutter. "Dear God, if I die hear to night then please watch over my family and Kyle. Oh but God I don't want to go yet! I don't want to die hear in this cold water! Please help, help me! If your will is for me to die tonight then take me now, so I don't have to suffer this death. But Lord, i just want your help right now." I was just about to pass out when I saw something. An extremely bright light, and I thought that I was dying. Yet I felt like I was being lifted. The kindest, warmest, gentlest, loving hands in the world set me down on something. I was scarred to open my eyes. Until I heard a two voices, my parents voices. They spoke to me gently, urging me to get up. Then I heard another voice, the most beautiful voice I had ever heard, telling them to come with him and that I'll be fine. All the voices left and I opened my eyes. I was on a nearly empty lifeboat, 30 people at most. They were all staring at me with curios eyes. One woman rushed to me. She wrapped a blanket around me as another man asked "How did you get on hear little girl?"

"Through the grace of God." is all I could say before I finally passed out.

15 Years Later

"Fifteen years now." I told Kyle. "I know." he said as he squized my hand. We watched our only child play with her uncle Apollo, the only family she had left besides us. Adelly 'El' O'Dare knew she didn't have any grandparents and she knew why. They were all lost that night. That horrible night where I almost went with my parents. Up to heaven. El is a smart girl and she knows how the ship sunk because they have to learn about it in school. She also knows that we survived. Nothing else. Nothing about that kiss, nothing about Kyle grabbing my dragon and bible before we left. Nothing.

I refused to talk about it for years. My aunt and uncle took us in, and then passed away on my wedding day in a wreck. I took Apollo to live with us, Kyle and I.

Kyle, the one person who I never want to be without. When he kissed me that night, it was only the beginning. I wasn't lying when I told him "I love you." I hadn't known it at the time, but I really loved him for a long time. When we finally got to see each other again he told me everything. The truth was that he did love me from when we first met. He was the boy that didn't want me to have another boy. He hated that he couldn't tell me and he hated that I didn't know that he was in love.

I wondered why I never noticed until we were on the Titanic. Where his and my parents drowned. I know that it was God that saved me that night, but I believe that Kyle was the one that saved me the rest of the time.

I wish I could go back in time. Stop it all from happening, but I can't. El hates to see me cry so she tries to make me feel better by telling me it's okay. Kyle just holds me, knowing what we went through. I appreciate El trying to make it right. But she doesn't know just how cold the water was.