Inevitable (sorry marvel fans)

    Screams of agony. That's what I heard. Screams of the lost, the forgotten, the brave, the scared, the young and the old.

I heard all of their screams in the back of my head for the past week. Has it only been a week? It felt like an eternity. A time spent trying to outrun death. You see death is not something you can best, just something you can delay.

That's what me and all the other survivors had done. We had only delayed our inevitable deaths. I know for a fact everyone on the ship had lost someone to the sea that night, that painful, horrific, night.

But this is not where my story begins, oh no, this is but the beginning of the end. To understand the inevitable we must first look into our past and realise there was nothing to be done to stop the inevitable.

-FLASHBACK-
I was around ten at the time, young, innisont, unaware of how messed up and cruel the world was. Well that was about to change.

"Come on Betty!"

I said while laughing. I grabbed my best friend's hand and pulled her along, into the forest. We loved the forest. It was whimsical and made us wistful for things we never knew we missed.

We ran along, side by side laughing and chasing after the sweet scent of Honeysuckle.

"Anna, wait up!" Betty called. Her plea only made me run faster. That is until I heard the scream. I will never forget that scream. Oh no, sir. I stopped in my tracks and looked back for my best friend but all I saw was a bear.

A big, huge, grizzly bear. It looked to be twenty feel tall, towering over what was left of my one and only friend. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out. I was paralised by fear. The bear looks at me and decides that I would suffer more if it left me alive to live with the guilt of my best friend's death.

Of course, you must understand the bear had said none of this but this is what my adolescent mind had come up with. When the bear left I ran over to Betty to see a chunk out of her shoulder. She was not breathing. I started crying. I cried a river.

THe tears made tracks down my dirt encrusted face.  When I finally came to my senses I ran out of the woods to go get my mom, or anyone for that matter. That was the day my childish innocence was stripped away from me.

Since then I have been closed off. Worried about getting close to anyone in case they left me too. Five years later, when I was fifteen my father died. He had died of a disease that is still unknown.

My mother took me and my little brother home after the service and told us we were going across the ocean to the new ship called the Titanic.

We could start a new life, and not have to see our ghosts from our pasts everywhere we turn. Of course my brother is only five. Dany has no clue what's going on.

When we finally got on the Titanic I was actually a little excited. We were second class and were on the middle floor of the boat. Everything was fine and we had fun....that is until that night. I don't like to remember the date.

The date where I delayed the inevitable. The date where many did not. I just remember it as the beginning of the end. I felt like a flower, to grow, only to wilt and die.

Me and my mom were trying to get my brother to go to sleep. It was way too late. I don't remember the time. I don't remember much. It was all too tramatising.

That was when we felt the ship tilt to the side and make contact with something else. Me and my mom looked at eachother and had a silent conversation. We were going to check it out.

I grabbed my brother and me and my mom went to the halls. There were only a few other people there, becuase if you were asleep you probly dident feel the slight bump. We walked up to the next level and were joined by a few other people. When we finally got to the deck all I saw was chaos.

We. Had. Hit. An. Iceburg.

That was what my mind kept replaying. It was the most terrifing thing in my life. Knowng that i could die. That my family could die. That everyone could die.

The ship was slowly sinking, it wasent fast, but it felt like it. Time was weird on the ship. It was too fast but too slow at the same time. Like when your underwater, that was a bad example.

Anyways, the crew started going and knocking on the passengers doors trying to get everyone to wake up. The third floor passengers were already too far gone, acording to the crew.

And I felt lke someone had punched me in the gut. All those people. Gone. No, not gone. Dead. All those passengers were dead. Some had made it up in tme but not many.

We were waiting in line to get on one of the few lifeboats. They were having woman and kids get on first. The crew and captin desided to go down with the ship.

I heard the screams of people who never made it. My mom was helping people get into the boats. The musicians started playng music, it was both beutiful and depressing.

When me and my brother got on the boat I noticed there wasent enough room for my mom. She noticed the same thing and told me she would get on a different boat. I wanted to argue but agreed. Oh how i wish I hadn't.

We were lowered into the water, the air filled with screams and children and adults alike crying. The boat was starting to tip up and was making it harder for its captives to ascape. I held onto my brother, he was my life line. The reason i wasent crying.

I had to stay strong for him. It had been what felt like hours and the boat was gone. The water was earely quiet. Too quiet. It was another hour until the rescue boats arived. We were taken to land and I tried looking for my mom.

She was nowere to be found. And then it hit me. My mom dident make it. I fell to my knees and hugged my brother crying into his sholder as he was into mine. We were all we had. We were whats left of our family.

Now it has been a week. Ive had therapy and probably will for the rest of my life. But the one thing keeing me together is the mystery of why the Titanic sunk. Why it became my mothers tomb along with many others.

Its been five years now. Im 20 and have gone to collage and got a job to provide for my brother and I. When He got out of collage many years later I started my investigation into the Titanic.

It took me a life time, but it was a lifetime spent well. I found the cause to the Titanics distrustion. It was caused by a fire, forgoten keys to the binocular locker, and trying to turn the boat insted of hitting it head on.

I may have delayed the inevitible thing called death but it comes for us all at one point or another. And I finally get to see my family and best friend again.

Remember the Titanic and learn from it. And you will learn you cannot stop the inevitible, only delay it.

I wrote this for school so as you can see my teacher was probably worried about me.😂 As you may have noticed I'm better at writing short story's than long ones so hope you liked it and don't forget to comment. Sorry it wasn't great. Mia out!