Written by KS
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
The young woman’s composure and
self-control belied the look in her eyes, and said something about her that
words never could accomplish. She was standing on the beach alone, finally
evading for a moment the firmly holding bonds that held her in her prison. The
butler would come for her, and she would have to return to that terrible
existence she dreaded to call home. Back to the place where her life was in
total upheaval and chaos. And back to the place where she had to remember her
fateful future she faced with a vain, cruel, scheming man. A gentleman named
Caledon Hockley. A gentleman that had so much authority, he had purchased her
from her mother, like a possession of some sort to show off and be in charge
of.
On the horizon the brightly
glowing, radiant orange ball of fire was sinking faster and faster, giving a
show of the brilliant array of colors that danced as they sank. Her long red
hair with fiery red highlights hung down loose, speaking of attitude and rebellion
against the fitting and appropriate bonds of her proper, first class society.
The cool wind blew softly on her; blowing her hair and placing it like a halo
around her head, and making her dress flutter. She was of average height, with
the body of a model and small hands and feet. Her cream-colored skin that was
the color of porcelain was as soft as a piece of silk, or so her mother had
told her. Her sparkling deep Caribbean-colored eyes held a cautious gaze, and
often turned to ice to match her attitude and frame of mind, or to fire to
match her determination and backbone.
Her mother had informed her that
being spunky and strong-willed was an appalling thing; no proper woman spoke
her mind or presented her opinion. Her deep breathing became a sign she was
holding something inside. It’s a good match with Hockley. It will ensure our
survival. She memorized the line her mother had used on her to control her
existence. What if she didn’t want to carry on like that? What if she sought to
live like a homeless person and experience a love someone could only dream of?
She unexpectedly felt limp and fragile,
exhausted of quarrelling and struggling for a few minutes of liberty in her
pitiful life. She felt like screaming into the wind, letting out all her
frustrations, irritation, and cares, telling something that would really pay
attention. The wind that passed over the sea sheltered the echo of her voice as
she cried out against the sound and told her anger to the clouds. This was her
escape, if only for a few minutes of sweet solitude and seclusion of being at
one with her true personality.
She stared up into the darkness
of the night and into the heavens, studying the stars suspiciously. What would
it be like to hang in the sky and light the world with your soft glow? What
would it be like to just head out into the horizon, not worrying about life, as
you knew it? The now almost quiet sound of the ocean lapped and whispered in
her ears, creating and singing a soothing song in her heart. Maybe she could
dare to escape. Maybe she could dare to dream.
The End.