
Bramwell
@Bramwell
17 YearsPisces
Comments: 0 · Posts: 45 · Topics: 2
Discover insights, swap stories, and find people. dxpnet is where experiences turn into understanding.
Create Your Free Account →We use cookies to enhance your experience. By continuing to browse, you agree to our use of cookies. Policy Page
After some time on the salty sea we are all at a dance. I dance with a close friend and get a picture taken by the capt. of the ship for some reason or other. Later the unthinkable happened (oh no!?). It starts to sink apparently. So I'm running around the decks of this ocean liner that is becoming a titanic. (It really wasn't the actual one by the way, just what I termed it.) Soon I head back into the ball area...where I meet a kid who annoyed another of my friends who has the picture which for some reason changed into different scenes as I flipped it over twice. None of which recorded me with her in the old yellowing Photograph. I panic just a little as I remembered something about not enough life boats. So I go down with a few of the friends to a room where the capt, is deciding who goes where. Since we are still young he just waved us off to the first boat. Without her though which didn't set well with me so completely forgoing my spot on the boat I went back to the room. Entering the see her and a few sailors rioting in front of the captain it seemed. I go up and ask him if can take a friend. He said yes. So I grab her tell to come on and follow me. We run to the boat. We get on and suddenly we lose our senior class rings. We both exclaim and I grab them off the deck as they slid to me. I run up to the top of the little tug boat that is taking us off. I find my friends there and they are hanging on the rail looking back. I notice she isn't there. Looking back at the boat I see that she is now leaning on the rail of the sinking ship looking kinda sick.
When that happened I suddenly realized that I wouldn't be able to say what I needed to, how I really felt. And with that I started cussing, screaming, crying and denouncing God. While my two friends standing next to me had an —its over, we lost her for good?? look on their faces.
That's when I noticed more acutely that the tug was trailing a rope. And that I was right next to the source of this rope. At the same time my friend noticed this too since she jumped in the water and started swimming towards the trailing rope. I picked it up, gathered a little of it around my hand and started feeding it out to the water. I screamed at my two friends to help me but they just looked on in silence and remorse. Soon she grabs a hold of the rope and I start pulling her in. Finally s