It had been a month since Titanic had sank. One long, sleepless month for Rose. After the sinking she'd found herself unwilling to fulfil Jacks promise of a greater life without having him there. Her mind had gone to a dark place and that had made it easy for Cal to swoop back in and clutch her up. He had been all fake tears and kind words when he found her near freezing amongst the third class on the Carpathia. She knew he had been screaming with delight inside his mind when Jack was nowhere to be seen but he'd swallowed his joy and gave her fake pity. She had let herself be taken back into the first class,back into her old life that she hated and once thought she'd escaped from.

A week or so after being brought to her new home in Philadelphia is when Cals anger finally showed itself in the form of a very sharp slap across the face and a few horrible words. Rose had just sat there and listened, hand on her face, feeling numb. All she wanted was Jack to come back and save her. But that was never going to happen so she'd kept quiet and went along with everything that was supposed to happen. The wedding had went ahead as originally planned with Cal and Ruth keeping tight lipped about Roses hushed affair.

Now she sat void of any expression, just as she did that night on Titanic, listening to the mindless chatter of the people at the dinner party. She felt Cal place his cold hand on top of hers and she shivered as he squeezed "more wine sweet pea?"

Rose slide her hand out from his and placed them on her lap "no," she realised her manners and quickly added "thank you darling."

She looked around at all the people sitting at the table laughing and chatting away with not a care in the world. She felt as if she was in some kind of bubble that was separating her from them. No matter how hard she tried to pretend she was happy she just couldn't. Everyday had become a struggle and she felt hopeless and stupid. She should have been with Jack right now not Cal. She should have been going on all sorts of adventures not locked away waiting for Cal to come home all day. Taking in a quiet deep breath she turned to Cal "I'm going to retire for the night."

Cal turned to her his smile fading "something wrong?"

"Just tired," she could feel herself wanting to cry "extremely tired."

Cal was eyeing her skeptically but tore his gaze away from her when the table roared with laughter at someone's joke. She took this as her chance to slip away and quickly got up before her mother or anyone could question what she was doing. She gripped her long dress in her shaking hands as she walked through the corridors of Cals large house until she got to the door that led into his office. She knew nobody would be coming in here tonight and she could be alone at least until the morning when Cal would find her. She opened the door and entered, shutting it quietly behind her. Once inside she put her hand on her forehead and fell against the wooden door with a soft thud before letting herself slide to the floor. Warm tears began to fall and she realised this was the first time she had allowed herself to cry since that night. She opened her eyes and stared into the dark room letting herself silently cry. She couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't live like this it was too hard. She just wanted to be with Jack.

She got to her feet and walked over to Cals desk, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand as she pulled on the small lamp situated next to his important documents. She pulled open the drawer and there it was. Cals pistol staring up at her. Her hands were shaking as she reached down and picked it up. Once she was holding it she didn't know what to do; she'd never held a gun in her life let alone used one. She stared at it in her hand and placed a finger on the trigger making sure not to point it at herself.

"Don't do it."

She jumped, pulling the trigger as she did shooting a bullet into one of Cals bookshelves. She stood there shocked both at hearing her dead lovers voice and at firing the gun.

"J-Jack?" She stuttered as the room went quiet.

The door burst open and in stumbled a worried looking Cal who flicked the light. He placed a hand on his heart when he realised it was Rose and not an intruder. He signalled for the men behind him to go back to the dinner party. Rose was staring at the corner of the room where she had heard Jack. There was no one there but she'd heard it as clear as day. She barley even acknowledged Cal as he walked over to her and snatched the gun out of her hands tossing it back into the drawer and slamming it.

"What on earth do you think you are doing?" He snarled into her ear and she turned to him. He noticed she had been crying and shook his head "don't tell me you came in here to do what I think."

Roses shock wore off and she shook her head "I thought I heard someone in the next room...I was just going to scare them. I'm sorry."

Cal grabbed her arm and pulled her out of his office locking the door behind them before heading back to the party with her. Rose glanced back at the office door before they left. Had she really heard him?

I hope you liked it! I should update this as soon as possible. Sorry if the ideas already been done I just liked it haha xxx