To Make It Count
By Mandy McLean
Summary: Rose's life following Titanic including her fight against depression and the birth of her fatherless child.
Rated PG-13 for later chapters including violence.
I do not own any charaters from Titanic, yadda, yadda, yadda, etc..
A/N: I will try to update this story as quickly as possible but I am in school and they expect this stuff called homework. This story isn't neccessarily going to stay true to the end of the movie but I promise Jack won't be alive because that would be too cliche.
And so let the story begin...
The moonlight crept into the room washing over the bed. A dark figure sat in the shadows. Slowly rising, the figure stepped out into the moonlight. Folds of her white cotton shift slowly danced behind her as she reached the window sill. Fingers trembling, she pulled it open. The wind swirled around the room beckoning her locks of red curls to prance. The crashing waves of the ocean were not too far off in the distance. The smell of salt permeated the small room.
The woman deeply inhaled and exhaled as she pulled herself up onto the sill. Her body shivered as the cold wind penetrated her. Although no coldness would ever compare to the icy waters of that night. Her face tightened as she recalled that night. It always followed her. Haunting her mind. The cries and the pleas rang all around her. Her mouth quivered. Her hands ran up the sides of the sill until she latched onto the top part of the window. She turned to face out. Her eyes glided over the scenery.
The dark waters of the ocean filled the entire horizon. Even though she was deathly afraid of the water she still needed to be near it so she could be close to him. Him. That was her whole reason for living. Without him she would surely be dead. At least on the inside. The fire he spoke of was gone though. She was a pale, empty version of the Rose she used to be. She stared down at the ground below her. Her window was the second story up. The fall would surely kill her. Which was what she was hoping for. Death. The first time she tried to kill herself he had stopped her. There was no one this time.
It was too hard to go on. Everyday tears and pain filled her every waking moment. And when she slept she dreamt of that horrible night. Her horrors had even resulted in fits of vomiting every morning. Her once healthy, vibrant face had now become sullen and chalky. She blinked back the tears. As her blurred eyes tried to focus she saw the dark figure standing there. She tried to glimpse the figures face. As the clouds shifted, the moonlight poured onto the figure revealing the true identity. She realized it was him. Gasping for air she tried to call to him. But no sound came out. Her voice failed her. Although, the winds carried a familiar voice to her... You promised, Rose, you promised. She instantly knew what the voice meant. The figure vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
She stumbled back down off the sill. She wouldn't do it this night. Not now. But maybe perhaps someday she would have the courage to go through with it. As Rose made her way back to the bed she assured herself not tonight. She would live another day. Each day harder than the last.
TBC
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