Drowned

As Michelle slowly sank to the freezing water's bottom, she wondered how she could have gone wrong. The favorite child of a successful New York doctor, betrothed to a successful New York lawyer, and on her way home from the most expensive finishing school. Her father had even gotten her tickets onboard a ship sailing its maiden voyage. What could be more exciting than that?

But seeing Jack again brought up so many memories for her. How he made her believe he was in love with her. He left her as soon as she thought she had purchased the house with him, but that was a con job, and the place was never theirs to sell. Seven thousand dollars he stole from her, not including her heart.

Now, here he was, strutting around like a cock that he would get away with it again. For who did I see hanging on his every magical word? None other than Rose, one of the wealthiest socialites in the world. Michelle had to get word to Rose before Jack tried to ruin her, too. And that’s when Jack had looked over and saw her, and she knew he recognized her by the way his eyes glazed over with such hatred.

She had taken off then, running as if her life depended on it, and perhaps it did. She never looked back to see if something in his face told her she better run. So she did.

Suddenly, a figure landed in front of her and grabbed a hold of her. Jack placed a hand over her mouth, grabbing a hold of her by the waist. He carried her to the railing and threw her over. Now, here she was, sinking slowly in the frigid waters, feeling the life drain from her body.

She had just enough energy for one last thought, “No way am I going to let him get away with this.” Throwing her hands out to the side, her head back, and closing her eyes, she gave the last of her life force to draw the iceberg below the surface and just out of the reach of the boat into the boat’s line of travel.