The Titanic

As I lay in my bed, I see the water starting to cover the floor of my room. There isn't a chance for me. I am a poor women who will soon be doused under the ice-cold sea. I think about my family waiting for me in New York, and how I will never see them again. Will I be missed? Or will my absence even be awknowledged? I do know that whoever is to blame for this disaster will have to live with the guilt of this for the rest of their life. All of the families, children, and young couples lives are now ending because of this one mistake. I sit up on the side of my bed, and feel the chill of the water rush over my already benumbed feet. The water is steadily rising, and as I take my last few breathes, I ponder the thought of forgiveness. Can I forgive whoever is to blame? I feel angry, but what does that do for me? To forgive someone for this tragic mistake seems impervious. But honestly... what else can I do?