A/N: Okay I'm back with a new story. I've abandoned my other unfinished stories because I came to realize they were all real shitty ideas. But I really think this is a good idea so I'm not going to abandon it xD Anywaysss, I hope you all like it! Summary: What if the Titanic's route went from France to Great Britain? What if Jack and Rose were Erik and Christine? Things are going to be a bit different! Rated T for 13+! Please R + R. Okay this is going to be like my own version of the titanic, there are going to be other things I change besides the route of the ship and the characters. Scenes will be a bit different, and mixed. But don't worry, tere won't be huge changes, like for example, the ship is still going to sink. I'm not going to change something so large.(minor spoiler alert!) like Caledon is gonna be Raoul, but he'll be just a bit more sympathetic and kind. Don't worry he'll still be a snotty bitch 99% of the time. Okay so anyways on with the story!
Christine's POV
This was it. I had been waiting for this day for 3 months now. The day I start my journey on the titanic. I had never been on a ship before, but my father talked about them a lot before he died. He was in the navy and knew ships and boats inside and out. He died when I was only 7 years old. He was on a battleship, and a bomb hit it, exploding the ship and killing everyone in it, including my father. I cried for months, I couldn't bring myself to believe he was dead.
My mother was so depressed, and I always tried to make her feel better, but she never did feel any better, even when I sang for her. She became depressed enough to commit suicide, which left me with no parents. I was sent to live with my grandmother, and she took care me until I was 17 years old. I moved out and got my own flat, pretty content with my life at that point. Then I met Raoul. We got engaged 2 months ago, but over those two months I have learned that he is a complete bastard. Almost every night he would come home drunk and beat me.
By the end of last month I had wanted to break off the engagement, but his mother is forcing me to marry him. She said that it was too late to turn back, and I should have said something earlier. It made me angry to know there was really nothing I could do, for if I didn't marry him, I knew I would be lonely forever. And if I didn't marry him, he would most likely hunt me down and force me too before I could do anything to escape from him forever.
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Later that day Raoul and I walked onto the ship hand in hand, and went to our room to unpack. I didn't own much, so I only had a small suitcase to unpack. Raoul on the other hand had at least 5 large suitcases to unpack. After I had finished unpacking, I looked around. It was a pretty large room, I was expecting this since we were in first class. It was elegant, yet simple. It had an icy blue shade of paint coating the walls, a table with four seats surrounding it, two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a main room with two couches, a table, and a bookshelf in it. I sat on the couch and looked over at Raoul who was still unpacking.
"Raoul?" I said in the nicest tone I could.
"Yes?"
"I'm going to go look out and explore the ship for a little while."
"Okay. Just be back by 6 p.m. We're having dinner with the Pfeifers."
"Okay." And with thatm I left to go explore.
A/N: Okay I know it was short, but I kinda considered it more of a Prologue than a chapter. And I have a habit of making rather short prologues. Haha. I apologize if my writing isn't what one would call, 'superb', but I'm only 13. lol. Anyways, please Read and Review! Oh and one more quick thing, I have a couple other stories that I keep forgetting to update called P.S I love you and The Story is Revealed, but I promise I'll explain why I haven't UDed in so long for those stories when I UD them today! Love ya guys, byee!