Written by Sammi D.
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
The Atlantic Ocean glistened with
the bright afternoon sun as Rose walked into the first class dining saloon on
the arm of her fiancé, Caledon Hockley. They strode over to a table occupied by
the epitome of everything that was so-called right in the world; the right
manner, the right clothes, the right everything.
Conversation about politics,
economics, and polo matches filled the air. Rose sat silent, just able to hide
her frustration. On her lap, she distractedly played with her napkin, and then
she glanced at the large engagement ring on her finger. This sight angered her.
Her life had practically totally slipped out of her own grasp, as it was being
controlled by everyone around her. First, her mother had the marriage with Cal
arranged, and then Cal had taken an attitude of ownership over Rose and her
every move.
Overwhelmed with anger, Rose
stood up, her chair flying away in the sudden motion. She slammed her hands
onto the table. The conversation continued, oblivious to Rose and her actions.
The band continued to play cheerful ragtime music in the background.
Enraged, Rose took a deep breath
and began to scream. She held out this note until every last ounce of breath
was out of her. She looked around at everyone who continued to laugh
graciously, wrapped up in their own world. With one last desperate hope, Rose
looked to Cal for any response. He showed none, which was no surprise to Rose,
for she had anticipated as much. However, the fact that he truly was ignoring
her was much more undeniable then just her thoughts were.
Rose collapsed to the ground, not
knowing what to do. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she began to scream
once more, this time because she was angry with herself for believing that
someone had actually noticed her slipping farther away into despair.
Vibrant curls of her fiery hair
fell across her face as she sat hunched over on the floor. Just as she felt she
would die there, a caring hand was in front of her tearstained face. She
grasped it with her own, and shakily stood up. Her eyes became level with those
of the one person who had noticed.
"Jack..." Rose said,
barely audibly. He embraced her body, accepting the weight of her. His very
scent was soothing to Rose, and she calmed down in his arms.
Now, as Rose was slowly
descending along the side of the Titanic to the icy waters below in a bleak
lifeboat, her own words floated through her mind.
"And all the while I feel
I’m standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs,
and no one even looks up."
Rose herself looked up at the
railing on the tilting deck. Jack. He stood there looking down upon her. Rose
realized how much Jack really meant to her. She loved him truly, and in her
heart, she knew that Jack really loved her. She couldn’t bear to watch him
growing more distant with each jerk of the lifeboat.
She turned her head away from his
loving stare long enough to see the promenade deck just feet away from the
boat. She quickly steadied herself, then lunged across the gap onto the dying
Titanic. She raced through the corridors and through the doors, right into the
arms of her true love, who welcomed her. She promised herself that she would
never leave these arms.
The End.