Sinking: a TenRose Fanfiction

Chapter 2

I woke up to a giant thud. My head ached as I sat up, and sleep had never looked so appealing. I called out, but no one heard me. I was tempted to keep screaming but I knew there was no point to it.

My eyes began to adjust to the dark and I could finally tell what was around me. It looked like I was literally inside of a box. Except this one wasn't bigger at all on the inside. There were wooden panels completely surrounding me except for the door. I jiggled the handle, but it wouldn't budge.

How long had I been out, I wondered. Panic slowly knitted it's way into my veins. Was today the day the ship would sink? I tried to think hard, but I couldn't even tell if it was night or day.

I tried the door again, I knew I could bust it open, but I didn't know what was outside the door. I peeked out one of the cracks between the panels, one guard. He was reading a magazine and seemed to be paying no attention to me whatsoever.

I scanned the rest of the room, there were several other boxes or crates. I prayed they weren't filled with women.

Suddenly five or ten men came in screaming something in a different language, French maybe? But I did understand one thing, trou, hole. I remembered when I was younger, we had some kids from Paris came and visited our class for a couple days. We tried to play hide and seek, but with French. Trouv meant found, but I always got it confused with trou, for hole.

It didn't take a genius to figure out why they were yelling trou.

Panic flooded through me, we had to leave before the wreckage, before it got bad, before over three fourths of everyone on board died. The Doctor had gone over this earlier with her, the collision happened at 11:40 pm, they need to leave before 10 pm. That was the plan. The ship would be nearly completely submersed by 2:20 am. I had 2 hours and 40 minutes to find the Doctor.

I kicked the door as hard I could, all the men looked towards my crate. Either they didn't care or they were too scared for their owns lives, because they all took off towards the stairs. I took a deep and told myself not to panic. My hands shook, and tears came to my eyes. Why, why I had I insisted on the Titanic? 

"Hello?" a young girl's voice called out. I jumped up and pressed my eye up to the hole. One of the crates shook as someone tried to get out. "Is anyone there?" her voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

"Yes!" I yelled. "I'm in this crate!"

"Oh," she said, sounding sad. "I am too."

I tried again, kicking harder this time. The door moved slightly more this time.

"There is no use trying, I've been trying to get out for the last day, or so I think." the girl said. "I suppose you bought Monte's lies too?"

"No, I didn't. I didn't buy them at all." I said, feeling along the sides of the frame.

"You're smarter than me, I suppose."

I kicked again.

"You're going to hurt yourself, someone will find us eventually." I knew we didn't have time to wait for eventually.

"I don't like to wait for help," I said. This time I tried by shoving my shoulder into it, the panel busted and I fell through onto the floor. It took a second for it to register that I actually actually done it because my arm was aching terribly. I tried to move it to stand up and searing pain ran up my arm. I stood up and my right arm feel limply by my side.

"You okay?" the girl asked.

"I think I hurt my arm a little, but otherwise I'm fine," I lied with gritted teeth.

"Can you get me out?" She said. I searched for the keys, which actually were not hard to find due to the fact no one thought any girl could knock down a door.

Using my left hand, I unlocked the girls door. Unlike me, she looked like she had been in there more than a couple of hours, she could have been in there for days. Her hair was to her shoulder's and was a deep brown, like her eyes. Her nose was turned slightly up at the end making her look young, even though she had to be in her twenties.

"Thank you," the girl said gratefully, she smoothed out her black and white dress, trying to get the dirt off it. She extended her hand out to me, "Clara Oswald, and you?"

"Rose Tyler," I went to shake her hand and realized I couldn't move my arm at all.

Clara sat me down and looked at my arm, she wasn't tall enough to get a good look at it otherwise. "It's dislocated, I almost became a nurse, but here I am a school teacher on her way to America. You'll have to have it popped back into place..."

Her voice trailed off, I had heard stories of people being able to easily pop their shoulder in and out of place, I couldn't understand how I was going to do it.

"I'm not strong enough," Clara said, "Were going to have to find a doctor."

The Doctor! I almost screamed, how could I have forgotten. Titanic, sinking, over half the passengers die, I had to find him. "Do you have the time?" I asked.

"It's five past eleven, why?"

Only three hours and fifteen minutes until this boat would sink.

I put on a smile, "No reason, lets go find the Doctor."