Umm..so you guys know that NONE of the Characters or any similar story parts DON'T BELONG TO ME. Oh and this si my first Fanfic so R&R but don't critisize me to hard.

"Dawson. Rose Dawson."

The officer taking the names down for Titanic survivors thanked her and made on with asking more names. It was raining outsiade. Rose looked up. Off to her left was the statue of libraty. Tears welled in her eyes, she was supposed to be looking at this with Jack.

Jack, the man that saved her life. She smiled as she remembered more than one he saved her. He should've lived, he was the most unselfish men she had ever met. He cared for others, and yet he was oneof the 1,500 people that died.

Feeling more upset, she made her way to her small state room. It was a miracle of the people on the Carpathia could make such room so suddenly,Titanicwas huge. Rose shared her room with two women, both who had suffered loses. Pulling the curtains across her side of the room, Rose got ready for bed.

She drifted off into a deep sleep.

"Keep away Cal" it was Jack who spoke.

"What are you going to do? Sketch me into book?" the tall, man with the crisp, english accent smirked.

"Maybe I will, Maybe I won't" Jack had fire in his eyes.

"Cal I think I chose who I want for myself." Rose said.

"Well, well, well. This isn't the last you'll hear of me Rose Dewitt Bukater." Cal said.

Rose woke up drenched in sweat. She was breathing hard. The two women in her room were breathing softly. Rose felt really dizzy, most likely from lack of eating. Everytime she eats she thinks how her mother forced her to eat things she detested, or when Cal would order for her, withoutasking her what she wanted. Then she thought about Jack, and how Cal hated Jack. It was all so confusing.

Rose started to shake uncontrollably. She started to feel numb all over her body. Then a scream let out, Rose didn't realize it was her own. She started to see the blackness creeping in from the outsides of her eyes...

Whispering. Faint whispering. She tried to open her eyes but it felt like one ton was laying on each of her eye lids. Rose wanted to speak. Why was it so hard? She had eventually managed a squeak. The whispering ceased.

"Did she speak?" Rose shuddered. The voice belonged to her mother.

"Rose?" Molly Brown this time.

Rose's eyelids flew open.

"Ah Rose! How are you feeling?" It was Cal.