My life after the Titanic
The lost diary of Rose DeWitt Bukater
By: Ubaldo A. Rosario Vargas
April 20th, 1912
I've been so quiet since that cold morning when I woke up in a lifeboat. It's so difficult when you find the perfect person, this one that you trust although a ship is sinking or someone who loves you since the first time he looked at you. I was finally feeling complete; well almost complete. I was going to decide what I really wanted in my life, telling my mother to stop bothering my life and tell Cal that he was a complete bastard. I guess destiny did that for me, and I'm grateful, but why destiny had to take the love of my life? Why does it have to separate my reason to be? Why? Sometimes I think that life is unfair, what a surprise I always think that! But this is completely unfair. How this could happen to me, a young girl trapped by society, a young girl that found her path. I thank God he opened a door and cleared a new path where I really belong.
Jack thought me that no matter the situation we have to be more than satisfied for being alive making each day count. I'm thankful for that because I don't know how I would continue my life. Maybe I just would ran away and take the same decision of throwing myself over board. I had to admit that I tried on the Carpathia but I remembered the promise I kept with Jack. I only have this diary and the shelter of a dock house here in New York and I spend some money I got to buy this diary and express my feelings and see how my life change within time. I hope I find some real shelter here, in this city and show I'm a new woman and I don't need a mother that makes with you everything that is convenient to her or a husband who don't care about your feelings, only in his flesh desires and how to trap you in his sex games. I am now a different Rose, the strong Rose, the one that doesn't care about what others think, the one of a high view trying to reach her goals. Yes, that's me! Miss Rose Dawson.
-R. Dawson
April 25th, 1912
I finally found a job as a maid in a hotel here in Manhattan. I'm so joyful that I have now job and a shelter. I thank God so much he has opened me a door leading me to get more aspirations, more dreams and even more faith in my future. But I haven't sleep since I came back on the Carpathia thinking in how I will work with my new life, how this metamorphosis will be done. Should I cut my hair? Should I change my name completely? Should I change my personality? God knows my future; and if He didn't let me die that shivering night, it means better things will come. In my insomnia, I thought that I could regret my mother and be with her but she will make me do things I don't want to do like marrying a man only for his money. Jack filled me with dreams, hope and courage so I will not dishonor him by running away. I love my mother but I'm not going to be her slave anymore. The Titanic was a release for my soul. Even though it was a big tragedy I'm glad that this happened to me because I would be by the side of my mother about to get married with a monster.
Enough of past! Let's talk about my new present. Now I'm working for Montague Hotel. It's a nice place to be with a fine restaurant, a gorgeous theatre and so much luxury. It reminds me so many things…Well I have to share my room with Betsy Williams. She is an old lady, very kind by the way; in this few hours I got the job she has treat me like her daughter. I guess the mother I left its back, only better. It's a good start; well being a 17 year old woman what else I can do for survive in a city. I only hope my life to continue without those ones who tried to trap me in a dark hole called weakness.
-R. Dawson