Had this idea for a while and finally decided to write about it. This story will basically be 50 percent made up and 50 percent with the story line. Please review and tell me what you think.
Rose burst into her stateroom with anger and frustration coursing through her veins. She was sick and tired of the life that she was born into, and she wondered what she did to deserve it. She couldn't take it anymore. She felt like she was being slowly suffocated and she was struggling for her last breath.
"Trudy?" She called out as she began to try to take off her dress. But it was no use. The dresses she was required to wear were like complex machines.
"Trudy!" She tried again, but she got no answer. That was the last straw. She ripped at her expensive jewelry, throwing it across the room. She screamed loudly, letting all her frustration out in one breath. She walked over to her vanity and picked up her jewelry box that Cal had gotten her a month before. He said it was for all the expensive jewels he would buy her over their marriage. She grabbed it and dumped all of its contents out, which meant absolutely nothing to her.
She clawed at her neck, trying desperately to catch a breath of air. She finally caught her breath and looked at her reflection in the mirror. What she saw was a completely broken girl, who saw no end in sight. It disgusted her. She angrily hit the mirror, and ran out of the room.
She ran with her vision completely blurred by her tears. All she could hear was her heels clicking on the floor. She didn't hear the people scoffing at her or her own sobs. All that was going through her mind was, 'I hate my life, I hate my life'. And before she knew it, she had nowhere else to run, and she found herself at the very back of the large ship.
She slowly stepped towards the railing of the ship, breathing heavily. Then it hit her. 'This could be it. I could put an end to all of my troubles right now. Its not like anybody would care. My mother wouldn't care. Cal definitely wouldn't care. And my father has been gone for six months.' As this was going through her head, she reached for the railing in front of her with shaky hands. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had already climbed over the railing, and was looking right into the deep black sea.
Her breathing was heavy and her heart was racing. 'Just do it,' she told herself. 'All your troubles will be over. Just do it!'
"Don't do it."
She whipped her head around, completely startled from the voice that came behind her. She came face to face with the most handsome face she had ever seen. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She saw an immense amount of concern in his eyes. She was amazed that this complete stranger was more worried about her well being that any member of her family had ever been.
"Stay back," she said with a shaky voice. "Don't come any closer."
"Come on, just give me your hand. I'll pull you back over," Jack said as he began to walk towards her. He couldn't believe that this was the same girl that he saw earlier that day. The same girl that had him hypnotized by her beauty, but he also saw the sadness in her eyes. And now he knew what the extent of her sadness really was.
"No! Stay where you are. I mean it, I'll let go," she said as she let one of her hands off of the rail for a split second.
They stood in silence for a second as Jack tried to contemplate his next move. He showed her the cigarette in his hand, and slowly stepped closer to the railing and threw it over the edge.
"No you won't."
She snapped her head up to look at him. 'Oh this is exactly what I need,' she thought, 'another person telling me what to do.'
"What do you mean no I won't? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do. You don't know me!"
Jack was taken aback by her bluntness and attitude. He didn't think first class women ever really spoke up for themselves.
"Well, you would've done it already," he said with an innocent shrug.
She knew he was right. She knew that if she had to convince herself to do it, she probably wouldn't have.
"You're distracting me, go away!"
"I can't. I'm involved now. If you let go, I'm gonna have to jump in there after you."
She looked at him in disbelief. Was this stranger really willing to risk his life for her?
"Don't be absurd. You'll be killed!" She said with a nervous laugh.
"I'm a good swimmer," he says casually.
"The fall alone would kill you."
"It would hurt, I'm not saying it wouldn't. To be honest, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold." He looked up at her, trying to see if his words were affecting her at all. He watched as she looked down at the water and then nervously looked back up at him.
"H-how cold?"
"Freezing, maybe a couple degrees over," he says as if its nothing. "You ever uh, ever been to Wisconsin?"
She furrowed her eye brows in confusion and looked at him. "What?"
"Well they have some of the coldest winters around," he said as he stuck his hands into his pockets. "I grew up there near Chippewa Falls."
She shook her head in disbelief. He was trying to connect with her personally so that she would rethink what she was doing. 'How cliché,' she thought. 'But the fact that he cares about what I'm doing so much as to put this much thought into it…wow.'
"I remember when I was a kid, my father took me ice fishing out on Lake Wissota. Ice fishing is you know when-"
"I know what ice fishing is!" She said with an annoyed grunt.
"Sorry," he said as he put his hands up in surrender. "You just, you know, kind of seem like an indoor girl. Anyway uh, I feel through some thin ice," he said as he watched her eyes stay fixated on his, "and water that cold, like right down there, it hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe, you can't think. At least not about anything but the pain."
She listened intently to every word he was saying. She didn't know why, but she was so intrigued by this man. Just his voice alone was making her feel calm.
"Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you. But like I said, I don't have a choice," he said as he took another step towards her. "I'm kind of hoping you'll come back over the railing and get me off the hook here."
"You're crazy," she said forcefully as she turned back towards the water. It didn't matter if this guy was handsome, kind, and caring. She didn't want to lose this argument.
"That's what everybody says, but, with all due respect, Miss, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here." He stared at her and let the beauty of her sink into him more and more. His heart broke for this girl. "Come on, give me your hand. You don't want to do this."
He reached his hand out to her slowly, as not to frighten her. She looked down at his outstretched hand, and she was surprised by her unconscious instinct to reach out and touch him. She timidly reached her hand out to him, and she felt a warmth go throughout her whole body as her palm touched his.
She slowly turned around and they both immediately locked eyes. Jack felt his heart instantly stop when he looked into her deep green eyes, and it shocked him when he noticed that she was looking at him in the same way.
"Phew," he said as he squeezed her hand. "I'm Jack Dawson."
"Rose DeWitt Bukater," she said breathlessly. She couldn't believe that this stranger was literally taking her breath away just by looking at her. But it was the way he was looking at her.
"I'm gonna have to get you to write that one down," he said, causing her to smile. He looked at her in amazement when he finally saw a sparkle in her beautiful eyes. Her hair was tickling his face, and the scent of it was intoxicating him.
"Come on." He gripped onto her waist as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He lifted her up over the railing, feeling his body tingle all over by their contact. Even though she was only a slip away from falling into the ocean, she felt safe and content in his warm embrace.
He finally brought her completely over the railing and her heels clicked as they touched the ground. He let go of her waist once she was safe on the ship, but her legs gave out on her and he was able to catch her before she hit the ground.
He held her body close to his, their faces only inches apart. Her legs were like jello. She hadn't realized how scared she was until this moment when she could barely feel her legs.
"Are you alright?" He asked as he felt her chest rise and fall against his.
"Yes, I just, need a moment to catch my breath," she said as her hands clung to his shoulders. She took a moment to take in his features and felt her heart flutter when she felt his breath on her cheek.
Jack couldn't help his emotions, and he unconsciously reached his hand out to brush a strand of hair out of her face. He didn't know how a girl so beautiful could be so distressed, and he wished he could take all of her pain away.
"Do you uh…do you want to talk about why you were…?" He let his voice trail off and watched the horror display on Rose's face.
She broke herself from his embrace and backed away from him. She felt a rush of embarrassment come over her as she realized the reality of the situation.
"Hey, wait," Jack said as he tried to reach out to touch her, but she backed away. "I didn't mean you scare you or make you feel uncomfortable."
"No, its quite alright. This is my fault," she said as she continued to back away. "I'm terribly sorry that you had to see that, mister Dawson. It was not proper of me at all."
"Rose, calm down," he said when he saw the tears in her eyes.
"I have to go. Once again, I'm terribly sorry."
"Wait, let me at least walk you back," he said, trying desperately to keep her to stay with him.
"No, please leave me alone. I have to leave. Thank you so much for your kindness, Mister Dawson, but I really must go."
He watched as she ran away from him, back in the direction she came. Her red hair flew behind her and he could hear her sobs through the cold air. He didn't know if he was going to see her again, but he knew that he was at least going to try.