Gothic Story

Addie Ramonda
Blog post: Gothic Story
9/20/13

Looking through the cold dark eyes of what was once my best friend it finally struck me that I was alone.
We'd been on the ferry for at least 15 hours already. Tired, sick, and ready for our own beds. It was a horrible night to be on the ocean. The waves were about 10 feet and the constant, pounding rain wasn't helping. After a long weekend of swimming we had drawn our last straw.
Haley, Drea, and I decided our best bet was to try and fall asleep. We layer down our sleeping mats and pillows and tried our hardest to let the humming of the boat put us to sleep.
I was awoken suddenly by a loud crashing sound, only coming to find that my best friends were no longer by my side. It took me awhile to adjust my eyes and realize there was absolutely no lights on in the boat. Frightened I quickly got up and searched for anyone, finding no one. I quickly began to panic. Where did they go? Why wouldn't they wake me? I checked my phone, 3:03 AM, we weren't scheduled to dock for another two hours. After what seemed like forever, I had finished searching the boat, still finding no one. I began to cry. I was on a fast moving ferry...alone. I could barely drive a car, let alone a ferry! And what if everyone was dead? Was I next? My mind began to race at the possibilities. I decided to look outside again, just in case I missed anyone. As I opened the heavy, metal door and pushed myself through the cold rain and harsh wind, I instantly started to regret my decision. And regret it even more when I saw her. Lying there, so peaceful. I had never seen her so still, her dark brown hair quietly flowing in the wind. Raindrops, silently dripping from her now white cheeks. Run. That's all I could do. Screaming for help, I ran inside, no one answering my calls. Having no phone service, radio, or anyway to contact anyone, I realized there was nothing more I could do. I laid down next to my quiet friend and awaited our fate.