I lie down on the deck and look up at the clouds. The clouds are perfect this evening. The puffy type that makes shapes. I study them for a while. There is a fresh breeze from the ocean blowing in my face, the best kind. The smell of salt fills me, the smell of home.
After a while my father comes and lies down next to me.
"How are you?" he asks. We both know it's a stupid question.
"Dying. How are you?" it's true. I'm sick. They call it a fever. It's not very rare, but certainly deadly. Ever since the big "accident" we have had no pills. It's 2503. My family's on a cruise ship taking a vacation. Probably my last. "Dad, have the doctors said anything else about me? Can they save me?" I know what Dad's gonna say, but I ask anyway.
"They've said tons about you. None of it's good..." he takes my hand. "Nadja, You're not going survive this," that's the first time he admitted it.
"Dad, is America the only place with sickness?" I ask.
"No, but its about time I tell you about the world. You being twelve and all," and then he tells me everything. He talks to me about the past, other countries, religions, everything! It's the first time in my life I've felt connected to him. I hope it'll happen again. But I can't force it. It has to happen naturally.
"We should get back to the room."
"Can I just enjoy some more fresh air?" He thinks for a while.
"Okay, half an hour."
"Thanks," Now the sun has set. Its probablly around eleven o'clock at night. Now I can see the stars. I wonder if my mom is watching us from up there. I wonder if I'll join her when I die.
"Come on! Let me try!" I wake up and immediatly hear screams.
"Everybody, keep calm and put on you life vests!" the captain says through the speakers.
"Mom, what's happening?" I ask my mom in my head.
"Nadja! You have to put on your vest!" My dad screams to me. I can tell he's panicking. I'm not worried though. If I die now it will be a much less painful death than dieing in a month of fever. But I do as he says and put on my lifevest. I go up to the deck. I see an island straight ahead....and a big rock. "Well, at least its not an iceberg." I say to myself. I decide to take my chance. I hold my nose, stand on the tip of the boat railing and jump into the water.