I've decided to post another chapter for you. It's pretty much the same as the prologue, but tald from another point of view (which is the point of view from where the story will be narrated from now on).

Hope you liked the first chapter and you like this one too.

And remember: the more you review, the sooner I will update.

Chapter One

When I was a little girl I used to think that there was no such thing as a perfect family. I guess it was because the only family I knew, my own, was far from perfect. But I've learn that there is at least one perfect family: Molly's.

The moment I met Molly Brown I realized how great woman she was. She was the opposite of the women I knew and that was why I liked her. And I think she liked me too. We became friends instantly. She understood what I felt. She was the only one on that damn ship I trusted. Well, she and Jack.

So I didn't hesitate when she asked me to join her to Chicago when we were on the Carpathia. I was having a very bad time back then and I think that if Molly wasn't there I would have jumped off the ship.

But how did I end up in the Carpathia, feeling a pain so hard in my chest that I would have loved to kill myself just to stop it?

I was going back to America from Europe to get married. I hated my life and everyone in it, so I tried to kill myself, but I met the love of my life and he showed me that I would only hurt myself if I jumped. Not my mother and not my fiancée. I would be the one who suffered, as usual.

Jack, the man who saved me, and I became very close friends. But I soon realized that I didn't care for him in the way I cared for a friend. He had managed to charm me with his blue eyes and bright smile. I fell deeply in love with Jack. And I really thought he had feelings for me too.

But my love was tasted the night of April, 14°. Everything was going on perfectly and I really thought that, for once, I would be able to do whatever I wanted and that was to go with Jack. But there was an iceberg that wouldn't let me be happy for the first time in almost 18 years.

The Titanic, the ship we were on, sank that night, killing over 1500 people. I was one of the first to get to a lifeboat, along with my mother and Molly. I was like in a dream and I didn't actually know what I was doing. When reality hit me I realized that my place was back on the Titanic, with Jack.

But it was too late to come back. Though I begged to the officer to come back up he wouldn't listen. All I could do was cry. Jack Dawson, the man I loved, was somewhere on the ship that was about to disappear under the cold waters of the Atlantic and it was my fault.

Cal, my fiancée, had fooled everybody by placing a very expensive diamond necklace in Jack's pocket when we went to warn them about the danger we were facing. An officer searched him pulled the diamond out of his coat. When I saw this I felt hurt, because I thought Jack had only used me to get to Cal's money. Not for a second did I think that Cal could possibly be such a bastard. I never thought him capable of sending a man to jail just because I loved him.

As I saw the floating palace going down I realized that the love Jack and I sheared was real and that he would love me even if I was traveling in steerage. As I said, I tried to make him go back up, but he was too panicked. I even tried to jump back up, but I felt someone holding me tightly.

"You will solve nothing jumping back. He wouldn't have wanted you to jump."

I looked to the woman who was keeping me from Jack and I saw Molly. There was something in her expression that comfort me and made me sit down.

"He'll be fine, Rose."

The Titanic sank a couple of hours after the collision. It was loud and it brought tears to my eyes, but what came after that was worst. The thousands of voices crying for help. I could have sworn that Jack was one of them, but I knew that it was impossible to distinguish any of the voices. I suggested that we came back, but no one except Molly seemed to share my idea. I felt like punching the officer and grabbing an oar, but I was too overwhelm by the situation to do anything.

The Carpathia picked us up the following morning. My mother tried to take me to the first class section to wait for Cal, but I managed to escape. I was going to go with Jack and I knew my mother would never accept it.

For a few minutes I felt happy again. All I had to do was find Jack and start a new life, together.

"May I take your name, please?" an officer asked me

"Dawson. Rose Dawson." The words came to my lips without me noticing it. Surprisingly, I didn't feel weird taking his name. After all, I felt more like a Dawson that I DeWitt Bukater. The officer thanked me and wrote my name down. He was moving towards another woman but I stopped him. "Excuse me, could you tell me if my husband is in your list?"

I knew that the last boat had already arrived, so Jack's name had to be on the list. I waited for a couple of seconds and then the officer looked at me.

"I'm sorry, Mrs."

I felt as if the Carpathia had hit another iceberg. I felt everything around me shacking.

"What? No! He has to be there. Jack Dawson. Check again." I begged.

He felt pity for me and checked again, but there wasn't any Dawson.

"I'm sorry Mrs." he said and walked again.

I stood there for a couple of minutes, unable to think clearly. But when I recovered my strength, I ran to the back of the ship. There I had tried to jump once and Jack had stopped me. It wouldn't happen twice.

I put my hands on the rail and I was about to climb over when I heard my name being called. I turned around and saw Molly.

"What are you doing, Rose?" she asked very concerned.

Molly talked me out of suicide and convinced me to go with her to Chicago, where she and her family lived. We stayed in New York for a couple of weeks before traveling.

When we got to Molly's place we were received by her family. Watching her being hugged by her son and daughter made me realized that there was a perfect family. I can't lie, I felt nervous about fitting in such a incredible group, but when Amy, Molly's daughter, said that she had always wanted a girl around, I was sure that I would have no problems there.

I had found a place where I could feel safe. A place I could call home.