The Survivors

My breath is coming out fast in little white puffs, like smoke signals. I cry out for help, but no one hears me. The water is so cold. There are life boats but none come to my rescue. Why? I can sense it now, death, it's coming slowly like a distance memory resurfacing. It's not as scary as I thought it would be. I only wish that it didn't happen this way. I know that if I could only get to those life boats i'll have a chance, but they're so far away. Warmth is starting to spread through me and I know i'm near the end. I want to try and fight it, to not give in, but i'm so tired. My eyes, which were once transfixed on the life boats, slowly close. Finally I give into the darkness. Death greets me like an old friend. The warmth spreads through my body and the last thing I see is the Titanic, the unsinkable ship sinking into the ocean and all those life boats floating away. I'm not angry at them. Nobody thinks sensibly when faced with death. These people in the boats have family's too and I am not angry at them for fighting to see them. It's just that I have nobody left.