How could she have come so far, and yet gotten nowhere
How could she have come so far, and yet gotten nowhere? Time had stretched on and on, but as she tried to adapt to this new life, she could do nothing but think of how it was the same as before. Whereas that life had been nothing but small talk and money, this life consisted of only work and pain. She felt like the cage that had kept her captive for so long had been opened up into a lion's den, and she could do nothing to guard herself from the onslaught that faced her. Before that cruel April night that had robbed her of everything, she had been bored, and frustrated with the life allotted to her. Now every waking moment was constant misery. Minutes dragged by and seemed as if they were centuries lived by someone else. She had tasted freedom, and was now bereft of the one thing in life she had loved more than all other.
She wore a somewhat ragged skirt and blouse, replacing her dress which is now forever gone. At times she may have admitted to missing the opulent gowns which once adorned her starling beauty figure, but that would have meant she had shared her past with another. It was not since she left the ship itself that she would have admitted to being aboard. However she had come full circle and was almost completely as lost and alone as that day. She had found the money and diamond in Cal's coat, but had refused to use it. She had set out to make her own way in life, but had come to the realization that alone she could never make it, not after that night.
The cool calm blue ocean reflected the heavens to her and seemed to beckon her to its depths. It was late night, and most people would be asleep, snug in their beds on this strangely cool evening. She felt the same as she had then, although much poorer, and much more miserable. She took a small step forward, and put her hands on the railing before her. She had come to a small railing that kept one from falling off the cliffs of the park into the ocean. She saw the white crested waves calmly lap at the rocks below. She tilted her head and seemed to be almost considering its beauty. However when she took a step up onto the railing her intentions were proven. Her movements were eerily similar to those of the night the year before she had attempted this. As she stood now the same as then she knew there was no one to pull her back, no one to stop her. No one to pull her back, no one who cared… or even noticed. She began to lean forward in what seemed like an eternity of thoughts, cares and emotions. And then….
"Don't do it"
Well, in celebration of the month that it all happened I offer another Titanic fanfiction! Hopefully major uploads most days until the 14th, on which day we dance jigs, and drink cheap beer until we puke. All in celebration of the lives lost I assure you.