Titanic Diary Entry

Thursday 29th April 1912

Dear Diary

It was the 10th of April, 1912, and I was happily boarding the ship, my mind was full of what's yet to come, but little did I know what I was in store for.
As I entered the ship, blurs of people flurried past, and I could hear the chatter and see the smiles of peoples faces, glinting at each other, and as I walked down the staircase, wearing a silk dress complete with a shell necklace. That feeling was surreal and I am sure that I shall never forget that.

A few days into the journey and the thrill of it still never quite faded away. I was enjoying my beverage, happy to try such nice things, and in the merrie distance I could hear a violin being drummed, feeling really relaxed I stopped myself and began to move around swiftly, but then as I realized people were watching I embarrassingly sat down again and enjoyed my beverage.

The next morning I lay in bed with the lush feeling that today was going to be even more exciting. I remember looking up at the ceiling, I don't quite remember why though.

The next day I was sitting down looking through some of the photographs I took in Cherbourg, when I suddenly felt my glass beside me moving around, so I don't know why but I let go, and watched it roll of the table and watched it smash into pieces, as it hit the ground.

Suddenly not knowing what this meant I jumped out of my chair, and ran out to the deck. Everywhere I looked I could see people rushing about, screaming, and dashing about, then suddenly the boat veered around and I noticed that the back of the boat, had been half under the water.

I could see people jumping into boats and then when it got way to much, they started cutting the ropes.
Then suddenly I'm pushing past people and running through into the boats. Sadly I could not make it, so instead I followed the others and ran as fast as I could, up the bow of the boat. Rushing like mad, I really wanted to make it. I could see the people running around with their hands hanging wildly in the air, knowing that I may not make this out alive, I charged out and into a wooden boat. This was when I got pushed out by a sailor, and got thrown down, back onto the titanic.

I could feel the icy sharp waves, covering my feet, and it made me shiver. This was when I took a step back, looking around, and hearing the shriek of the violin playing nearby. The sound mixed in with my thoughts, and my anxiety built, my brain could no longer find the right words to speak, so I fell down onto the titanic, the feeling of the sharp ocean slamming against me, and I remember the pang of my heart, I know that I will never forget that.

The roars of the passengers, the shouting of the sailors, the scream of the kids. And the panicky violinists, was all I could hear.

The smell of the salty ocean, the sharp vicious wind, blowing me further and further down the ship. Slowly I was slipping, sliding down the bow of the boat.

I remember looking up, watching the other passengers, die and fall of the titanic.

I remember climbing up the titanic, fighting for my last breath.

Fighting for every bone in my body to survive, and the adrenaline flooded over me, each time I slipped.

I somehow managed to reach the top of the boat, before I hung on for dear life, as I watched the Titanic split ferociously in half.

In front of me hung on a man who I thought was very annoying, as he repeatedly kept on lunging down for his battered camera, taking shots of what was happening. At one point he dropped his camera, and slithered down to reach it, nearly pushing me and this very frightened kid down with him.

I had nothing else to do, so I had no choice but to just hang and watch the Titanic sink. Having no choice for the waves to come washing over me. Freezing my entire body. I felt nothing, I couldn't because of the waves numbing my body.

It sank down to the deep depths of the Atlantic, bringing with it dead bodies, and bracken from the boat.

Everything stopped and for a moment I almost gave up hope. The poignant smell of the salty sea, was enough to make me puke.

I look around me, and everywhere, people were laying dead, floating in the  Atlantic, frozen to death.

As I slowly and regretfully let myself go, closing my eyes. Slowly.

But then I feel someone grabbing my shoulders, and I realize that I must be getting used as a float. But then I hear water dripping, the cries of the scared kids. People.

I opened my eyes very meekly, and I find myself lying on a mini boat. I cuddle up into some random rags, and cry. I cry for the people. The dead and the injured. I cry for the boat.

I sit there on the boat, realising how lucky I am to have survived.

Feeling a million emotions wash over me, I give in and fall asleep.

Waking up, I turned my head, and saw the ocean with bobbing dead people, floating in the ocean, so it wasn't a dream. The rush of sadness washed over my brain. I could feel nothing but sadness.

We stayed on the wooden boats, waiting for a bigger boat to happen to sail by. We all stayed hopeful, for what was to come.

Later on in the evening we waited, as a smaller ship sailed by, and we all managed to climb aboard, the sailors that worked on this new boat I was now standing on, were handing out drinks, and helping everyone that was saved, abroad.

Later that day, we all sailed by and came by New York, feeling very glad to be finally on land, I didn't even care that people were looking at me funny.

I lept on the floor, and ran around with joy, to have finally made it. Because after all of that I can finally relax. But before that I needed to write all of this down, so that maybe one day someone will find it.

700 people survived the Titanic, only 700 people! . . .  And I was one of them. This was my story . . .

The End xoxo