I've revised some of the things in this chapter!
Dedicated to the hundredth anniversary of the Titanic (April 15th) and the lives that were dragged down with it.
Based on Jess Lomas's Titanic 100th Anniversary.
I do not own the Powerpuff Girls, they belong to Craig McCracken. Nor do I own RMS Titanic, which all rights belong to White Star Line and others.
"Titanic, name and thing, will stand as a monument and warning to human presumption."
–The Bishop of Winchester, preaching in Southampton, 1912
April 9th, 1912
Blossom Utonium laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling intently. A million thoughts were passing through her mind.
She sighed as she once more ran a hand through her tangled hair, and sat up straight against her mahogany head board.
Her sisters, Bubbles and Buttercup Utonium, drifted into her mind. When she last saw Bubbles, she had her dark blonde hair in curls down her back. Her ice blue eyes reflected warmth and happiness, and her whole figure was held with pride. That was her wedding day, almost two months ago.
She saw Buttercup that same day, since they were both bridesmaids. Buttercup had her raven hair chopped up to her neck, an act that was unheard of, which is why she did it. Her vibrant green eyes shone out from underneath her bangs, filled with pride of their sister.
Blossom stood straight and tall, with her red hair down to her waist. She didn't really have an eye color, except if you looked a certain way, they seemed pink. Her bangs were pinned back, and she had her proudest smile on, which made Bubbles even happier.
They were all sixteen now, and were already on their own in the world.
Bubbles had married a twenty-one year old named William Cody. Cody was the most suitable man she could have married. He had the gorgeous looks, ashy blonde hair with bright blue eyes, and a slight mustache. He had plenty of money, which came from the family business he ran with his father. He was traveling to the United States to expand the company, and, of course, had to sail on the newest, biggest ocean liner. Whether or not Bubbles married him for love or because of the honor it would bring to their family, Blossom didn't know, but most certainly leaned towards the latter.
Blossom and Buttercup had their own reasons for leaving. Blossom had just settled out of divorce with her husband of three months, Andrew. He seemed so lovely at first, with his copper hair and muddy brown eyes. They rushed into marriage only after two weeks of courting. She then began to see what a detached person he was. He could never stay around her long, which only worsened after Blossom had a miscarriage. She never knew his reasons for his detachment, for he never would discuss it with her. They both agreed on a divorce a couple weeks after. Blossom loved England, but felt the need to flee after the divorce, to start anew.
As for Buttercup, she had just received her first suitor not too soon after Bubbles's marriage. His name was Robert, but was called Robby. He was mischievous, with messy, dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. He had wanted her to meet his parents, which lived in Pennsylvania.
They were all sailing on the RMS Titanic, going towards New York. They all had their different reasons to leave, but there was one specific reason they all shared.
Blossom's family was originally from Japan, but they immigrated to America a couple of years ago because of their mother dying. They have been all over the world, sailing in boats, riding in trains, and even walking a few miles. The sisters moved back to England after their father remarried and was settled in New York. But some couple of days ago, they received a telegram from their stepmother, Keane, saying: Father very sick. Deadly. Please come home as soon as possible.
The first ship to New York was on the seventh, and the girls were going to be sailing in second class. Their stepmother sent them the money, which, to let them be in second class, was a lot coming from a family living off a military salary. But Bubbles's husband was against riding second class in a little steamer, so he paid the extra money for Blossom, Buttercup, and her suitor to have first class tickets on the Titanic.
Blossom and Buttercup were grateful for the brother-in-law's generosity, but they hated the fact that they had to wait longer to see their father. They didn't know how bad his illness was, so the idea he could be dead in a few days haunted their minds.
There was a sharp knock at Blossom's door, which startled her out of her deep thoughts
"Lights out," called out Alessandria. She was the girls' nanny when they were younger. She traveled with them everywhere. When the girls grew older, Alessandria stayed with their father and stepmother. But when Blossom divorced, she was sent overseas to keep her company.
Alessandria was a big Italian woman, with thick black hair and chocolate brown eyes. Her hair was starting to gray, and her body was shriveling. She was in love their father, but John Utonium always saw her as a sister. It was sad to watch, this once young woman with a million beaus turn into an old maid. Don't get them wrong, they loved their stepmother, but Alessandria was more a mother to them than anybody.
"Lights out," she repeated.
Blossom silently said a pray, and with the stress of the upcoming days fully sitting on her shoulders, she let a few tears run down her cheeks.
She blew out her candle, and everything but her eyes were devoured by the darkness.
Bright pink eyes stared into the darkness, and with one final tear, they closed.
Review, please.
~OnceUponATime06~