A/N:Yo this story is about a girl named Lark who's poor and Adrian who's rich. Ignore the prologue if u wish.I justfelt like adding it in cuz its cool. Don't woory I'll explain this stuff in 1st chap. No flames please!Oh and this story takes place in present time.
Disclaimer: I don't own Titanic, or anything else you might recognize.
Prologue
Water was pouring in everywhere now and it was up to my waste. I frantically tried to think what I could use to get out of here. This was not supposed to happen. I was not going to die down here, alone.
"Shit!" I cursed, trying to break out of the handcuffs. The cruise ship was going down. I would never see my family again, or Adrian. The water was pouring in through the doorway and I could feel the ship tipping an unnatural slant.
Suddenly, the lights flickered out. I was all alone, there was no hope now. What the hell is happening? I thought.
I desperately tried to squeeze my hand out of the cuff, but I only succeeded in getting my hand scrapped raw and red. As the lights flashed back on I saw Adrian standing in the door. His dark brown hair plastered against his face, and he held a hatchet in his hand.
"Lark! Are you alright?" He asked as he struggled toward me. I embraced him tightly and didn't want to let go. He kissed me hard and I put my hand through his wet hair .
"Will this work?" He asked holding up the hatchet.
"Yeah, just be careful."
I held my wrists as far apart as possible. Adrian took careful aim and then asked, "Lark, I love you. I don't want to hurt you."
"Just don't think about it." I said.
"He lifted his arms and then brought the hatchet down hard and a clanging sound of metal on metal echoed around the walls. I was free!
A/N: I know its like wtf, wat the hell is going on. And it's short, damn it! But I'll put up the 1st chap soon. So don't think this has no point to it. Watever TheEvilTrafficCone Out!