Disclaimer: I do not own Titanic etc. or any characters besides Anna and Harmony.
Foreword: I got this idea after seeing the ending of Titanic after YEARS of not seeing the movie. I apologize if this first chapter is extremely boring, but I DESPERATELY need the movie to continue on to the next chapter, so I need to go buy it!
Chapter One: The Exhibit
I woke up to warm sunlight hitting my face and shinning through my eyelids. I slowly opened my eyes to the light blue color of my bedroom. I sat up and yawned, running a hand through my thick hair. My fingers got stuck in a few knots in my hair but I yanked them through and stood. My eyes ached from staying up till eleven the night before and waking up at ten. My friend and I stayed up to watch Titanic. My friend was asleep on an air mattress on the floor. I nudged the edge of the bed.
" Harmony. Wake up." I said sleepily. Harmony groaned and grudgingly woke up. I walked into the bathroom, grabbing my brush off the counter by the sink. I pulled it through my wavy and curly light brown locks. I continued to brush my hair as I hummed 'My Heart Will Go On' to myself. I really had to stop watching that movie. Ever since I got it on DVD I watched it frequently, and probably could recite every line from the movie if I wanted to. I knew each scene and what order they came in.
" Oh my God! Anna get in here!" Harmony shouted from the kitchen. I quickly ran into the kitchen.
" SH! My parents are still asleep!" I said.
" Sorry! But look at what the Science Museum's next special exhibit is!" Harmony shoved the Boston Globe into my arms. I looked down.
" They're having artifacts from the Titanic there?" I asked mostly to myself.
" Yeah!" Harmony said.
" That's… peculiar. It's the science museum." I muttered confused, looking down at the newspaper.
" Not really. They're also focusing on how the ship sank." She explained.
" Okay, that makes sense." I said, setting the paper down on the table. " So, when do you want to go?"
" Today, duh! C'mon! Get dressed!" Harmony said, shoving me back into my room. I rolled my eyes. She was excited. Well, I was too! I was actually screaming on the inside, ready to leave. I wanted to see the artifacts. To see the artifacts would be amazing, and also very saddening. I will no doubt cry. Like I cry when I watch the movie.
I changed into a black v-neck shirt and blue jeans. I slid on my grey-blue Converse and walked back out to the living room. My mom, who had gotten up, asked where Harmony and I were going. We explained the exhibit at the museum and she let us borrow the car.
As I drove down the street, Harmony and I were chattering excitedly. Not only were we in love with the movie, but we were fascinated with the actual ship, the actual disaster, and the actual people. It was tragic, and I get teary eyed every time I think of the ship sinking. God, as we pulled into the museum garage, and started inside, my eyes began to cloud over.
Since it was about nine or so in the morning, not many people were at the museum, which we were thankful for. We paid to go into the exhibit and made our way upstairs. As we walked in, I nearly lost my breath. The walls were made to look like the inside of the Titanic with portholes that glowed blue to seem like water was outside them. Endless glass cases were in the room, and inside the cases were artifacts. There were books, money, jewelry, some clothing items, a few shoes, even a small piece from the hull and a deck chair. I felt tears come to my eyes as I spotted a small doll and a dilapidated book.
" Would you look at it all…" Harmony whispered in awe.
" Yeah…" I walked over to a small plaque and read about what everyone knew- the day, time and year the Titanic sank. Harmony's phone disrupted the eerie silence in the room.
" Crap!" She scrambled to grab it from her pocket as the few people in the exhibit turned to her. When she finally got it out she looked at the caller ID. " I'm gonna take this. It's Erik." She said before swiftly leaving the exhibit. Erik was her boyfriend. I sighed and went to go look at a few enlarged pictures. One of the Titanic before it sank, the other of it in its resting place, coated in what the sea bid for it to be coated in.
I turned and went to a more lonely corner of the room, where a book was propped up in a glass case. It was torn in half, the pages were horribly worn, the words- whether they were hand written or typed I couldn't tell- were mostly gone. I turned my head as I looked closer. The cover was almost completely gone, but from what was still there, it had been made of leather. I squinted my eyes as I tried to make out the very faint lettering at the top of a page that had been removed and displayed beside the book.
I was used to reading books where the words were worn out, but not worn out to this extent. I managed to make out the words 'RMS Titanic'. Then I found a date. It was the day the Titanic started its maiden voyage. From a few more of the words I saw, I made out that it was a journal. I looked sadly at it as I began to feel slightly faint. We would never know if this journal belonged to a victim, or survivor. But the probability was that it was from a victim.
I felt a cool breeze on the back of my neck and I shivered. I looked around to find I was now almost alone in the room. I looked back to the book as an odd sense of heat and cold washed over me, and the odd scent of salt met my nose. I felt my head sway and my eyes close. I stumbled and felt like I fell down. I struggled to open my eyes.
When I finally managed to open my eyes, I saw black for a moment. Then I saw a burst of light as if a door had been opened. I found myself standing and stepping out of the door. As I looked down I saw the hem of a very long dress and as I began to look up I saw a man, holding the door of a Renault. A valet. Then as I continued to look up I saw people hurrying around. But not dressed in jeans and t-shirts. Men dressed in tan or brown or black pants with suspenders and button downs, and jackets and some type of hat. Women wore dresses ranging from old and worn to new and extravagant. Then as I continued to look up, I saw it. I saw the gangplanks. I saw the officers. I saw the ship.
I saw the Titanic.
I knew where I was. I was in Southampton. I wasn't just there staring at the Titanic.
I was in the movie.
Afterword: I hope you liked it! Again, I apologize for the probable boringness of this chapter. And again I need the movie to continue writing. So after I get the movie I will immediately begin to write! I hope some of you who read this will stick around to see what happens! (I have a slight surprise at the very end of the story!) I do strongly love reviews!