CHAPTER ONE-A MENDED HEART
"Miss?"
"Miss, please excuse me."
Rose Dewitt Bukater's head snapped up, suddenly brought out of her daze. "I'm sorry, can I help you?"
"Yes, can I have your name?"
"Uhm," Rose was momentarily confused. Then she remebered, last night at 2:20 a.m., the RMS Titanic sank. Killing nearly 1.500 people. "Dawson. Rose Dawson."
"Okay, OH," the man mumbled,"Please follow me."
And with that, Rose was whisked away. She followed the man, until he came face-to-face with a small latino woman. The man and the woman exchanged a few words, then Rose was once again asked to follow, but the woman this time. After walking a few moments, Rose was pointed to a door down a long hallway. This would be her home for the next three days.
Sighing to herself, Rose opened the door. The room was not as nice as the one aboard theTitanic, of course, this was also second class. But atleast the room had a homey feel. At first glance, the room seemed empty; but as she investigated, she realized that someone wassleeping under the mound of blankets opposite her. So instead of falling on to the bed and
bawling, she wandered into the dining area. After realizing that she hadn't eaten since theTitanic sank, she decided to go get some dinner.
About half an hour later, Rose walked back to her room, she had decided to get an extra dinner in case her roomate woke up. On her way to the dining area, she dropped the first plate onto her roomates' bedside table. After dinner, Rose decided to get some exercise and went for a walk around the deck. On her round, she was given some new dresses, and met a new friend. Her name was Charlotte, and she was a tall German woman. But she was very kind, and offered Rose some books.
It was later that night, maybe ten o' clock. Rose was laying on her bed with her nose in a Shakespeare book that Charlotte had given her. All of the sudden, she heard a mumble, some movement, then a long sigh. She glanced over to see a pair of eyes slowly opening.
"Hi." a husky voice said.
"Hello," Rose replied standing up and walking over to his bedside,"My name is- ohmygod!"
"Why hello, oh my god, my name is Jack Dawson." a pair of sparkling blue eyes gazed lovingly at her.
"Jack! I thought I lost you!" Rose squealed, tears running freely down her cheeks.
"Now, don't cry beautiful. C'mere." Jack said softly, opening up his arms.
"What happened to you? I lost conciousness when the boat came." Rose tried to get out between sobs.
"I was almost gone, but they rescued me. When I regained conciousness around 7:00 in the morning, I requested us to have a bunk to ourselves." And that's how that night went, they talked until early in the morning, when they fell asleep in each others arms.