A/N: Hello there. I've been working on this story for a while now and decided to share it with the fanfiction world. I really hope you enjoy it. And thank you for taking the time to read it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Titanic and the characters inside of it. That belongs to the respected owner, James Cameron.
"HELP!" Screamed a little voice. "HELP PLEASE!"
Where is that voice coming from? I looked around this beautiful deck. Flooding immediatly with ice-cold water. Where am I? Panic bolied inside every soul on this ship. Men and women running everywhere. Afraid of the outcome of this sinking.
Thousands of people looking for loved ones, trying to save their lives. And yet no one seems to care about the little voice. Everyone's running to save themselves, while I run to save the child.
After looking everywhere, I finally gave up. What's the point of looking for someone you can't find? What's the point of saving yourself, If you're just going to die? I might as well just sit and wait for death to reach me and the little one.
Suddenly a blood curdling scream ringed in my ears. Once, twice, three times.. The screaming doesn't stop. It starts to boil inside me. The screaming continues, until i'm screaming. At the top of my lungs.
"Honey, honey stop! Wake up!" My eyes flew open. Exposing my suttle bedroom. It was just a nightmare. Thank God. My mother hovered over me with a worried expression on her face. Her green eyes exposed fear.
"Sweetheart were you having a nightmare? You're so cold!"
"Oh mother it was the worst one ever!" I answered.
"Tell me about it."
"What's goin' on here?" Asked my father as he walked through my bedroom door.
"Josephine's having a nightmare." Stated my mother.
"I dreamt I was on a ship. A sinking ship. Thousands of people kept running. But all I could worry about was a little voice that kept screaming for help."
My parents glanced at each other. Like my nightmare was a part of a secret of theirs.
"Well Jose, you're one hell of a dreamer."
"Thanks dad." I responded to his sarcastic comment.
"Jack let's go make a nice breakfast so she'll take her mind off of things." My mother said to my father. As they walked off to the kitchen they kept murmuring to each other. They must be discussing how stupid my dream was.
I got up and went to my closet. Picked out the first dress I saw. A silk green one that matched the eyes I inherited from my mother. It really inhanced my age of 17. I headed for my dresser and pinned up my curly red hair, another trait from her. I went to the kitchen and my parents already finished making me food. When I sat on the table my mother placed a plate of eggs and sausages in front of me.
"Your father and I have some errands to run, so you'll have the day to yourself. You can visit the musuem they're having a nice exhibit today or you can visit the park."
"Alright."
"Awesome! Come on Rose, we should head off. Let's leave her in peace." My father said. "Goodbye babe." He kissed me on my forehead and they were off. Out of our simple home.
Why did they act so strange about my dream? What could it mean to them?