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𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 1

- 𝓳𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓮'𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓿 -

oh what beauty the queen mary is. she is so old and full of secrets, yet so vulnerable and open at the exact same moment. she stands tall, towering, superior, elegant. i want to explore all of the mysteries and hauntings she has to offer. shivers run down my spine and goosebumps spread my arms as the thoughts scatter my mind. i am not afraid, of-course not. it is pure excitement, pure bliss. it is chilling, yet calming. it is a place i feel at home.

"c'mon jayde let's go inside. you've been staring at the ship for what- like 5 minutes now?" my best-friend softly said. i love her to death. literally. her name is kara. kara simmings. she is always a softie, something i never was and never will be.

"i was admiring the beauty of the ship. isn't it just.. glorious?" i truthfully state. something about the ship is leaving me breathless. i feel a bond, a connection. it is as if a piece of me was missing before i came here. but now, all of me is present.

"you're weird. you know that? you're speaking like you're in 'the great gatsby'. and to be honest, this ship is giving me O D D vibes. it's so creepy. i never did or will understand how you are so into these haunted, paranormal things," kara states, and soon after starts walking away.

i just shrug and start walking towards the place i would call home for three days. i never really had a permanent 'home'. i never feel like i will. every-time i call a place 'home', it hurts me. it tears me apart. it breaks me.

ever since my mother died when i was at the age of 5, and my father abandoned me and my brother, i never trusted any-one or any-thing. my brother soon grew tired of me, saying how i was 'a weird bitch'. he never properly cared for me. he never supplied real items for me. it was always 'get it your-self' or 'no, you can't have that, it's mine you slut.' he left me alone when i turned 18. he told me to lose contact and never speak to him or of him ever again. to wipe him from the face or earth. i, having had to deal with him alone for 13 years, of-course agreed, i did not want anything to do with him or the rest of my family ever again.

back to present day, i am now 21. living with my room-mate/best-friend kara. she welcomed me into her life when we met in college, which we soon also dropped out of. she has a youtube channel, while i work part-time jobs and get on pretty well, since i prefer part-time jobs and not full-time ones, as i love to travel and explore. i do it for fun, but kara does it for her viewers. i appear in some of her videos, and will in this queen mary one. kara says that her viewers adore me. she tells me that they 'love my edginess' and 'love how i always risk things' and 'love how sincere i am and that i do everything just for fun.'

if only they knew the real me. if only kara knew the real me. ohh if only.

we stand in the lobby now. kara of-course has her camera out, recording every single thing, while talking to it, pointing out and explaining every-thing. she points the camera at me and i give a little smirk.

"wow, i guess some-one is feeling very confident about thiss! however.. i, on the other hand, feel like i am going to die because this place is S P O O K Y!" kara remarks, spelling out spooky, jokingly. i snicker, knowing that she will be frightened in a couple of hours.

scared. that emotion makes me laugh. i love seeing people scared. vulnerable. in-need.

kara talks to the lady at the front-desk, chatting about the room and all of the hauntings that have happened her and if she had any personal experiencings before. i mute them out while i look around the ship and all of its glory.

the old decor is so full of history and... death. perfect.

it is all calm and quiet as kara talks softly with the front-desk lady. all calm and quiet until..

"dude! this place is spoooooooky!" i heard. my gaze quickly darts over to the sudden outburst of sound, seeing a group of boys appear from a corner. i study them carefully.

one boy is tall, has brown, long hair which is neatly pulled up into a man bun. he looks frightened, helpless. easy. one boy has sandy-blonde hair, with pale blue eyes, which are filled with uncertainty and horror, but he smiles, he pretends to be strong. but i can sense his weakness. he's holding a camera, he's a possible youtuber too. i could tell as he spoke into it, showing it around the ship. one other guy has brown hair, swept sideways in an 'emo manner', which i quite like. he has the brightest blue eyes you will ever see, but do not get too distracted, you can read his terror, just by looking into his eyes. there is another, blue and pink hair, wearing a black hoodie with the words 'no-name' written across the middle of it. black.. my sorta taste. he was smiling and laughing. happiness.. interesting.

what fun was i going to have messing with them. it is going to be spectacularly frightening.