Through the little window of her trailer Rose DeWitt Bukater, a beginning
Hollywood actress, could see little rivers of water pour down. The sound of
the waves of the Atlantic battering onto the rocky coast worsened the
feeling of loneliness that had surrounded her for the last couple of days.
She was tired and all she wanted was a little bit of undisturbed sleep. Every bone in her seventeen year old body ached and needed peace. For two months now she had been working for fifteen hours straight. The cold hands of solitude grabbed her by her throat and throttled Rose. Through her window a flash of light appeared and a fierce crack disrupted her somber thoughts.
It was a breathtaking sight to see the line of fire vanish into the depths of the Breton ocean. The hit produced a frightful sound that made her flesh creep. She felt so diminutive and powerless and she wanted to cry, for the first time in her life. A hard knock on the trailer's door startled her and she was afraid to open.
"Open up, Rose. It's me!" a harsh voice reverberated.
She quickly opened the door and a sopping man entered with heavy steps. He immediately took of his coat and nestled himself in front of the trailer's heating. Impressed by the discourteous behavior of the man she closed the door and sat down on a chair.
"Aren't you going to give me something to drink?" the man asked austere.
His dark hair hung lifeless around his face and little drops rolled down his chin onto the little red carpet. All Rose did was stare at the man who started to lose his temper.
"I'm not going to ask you twice, Rose."
Out his tone Rose could understand that he had been drinking.
"I think you had enough already." she answered undaunted.
Suddenly a fire ignited in his eyes as the man stood up and drove Rose into a corner of the trailer.
"What did you say?" he asked harsh.
"Nothing." Rose's voice sounded scared.
Suddenly a warm tingle on her cheek followed another one. She could taste the warm, sweet taste of blood in her mouth while another punch hit her stomach. She felt so powerless as one stroke followed another. All at once the man lifted her of her feet and threw her onto the table.
Rose hit her head on the edge and suddenly everything seemed foggy. A heavy weight forced itself on top of her while the beating continued. For a few seconds everything went blank and she must have lost consciousness.
When she opened her eyes again a horrible pain shot through her body as if someone had stabbed her in the side with a knife. Tears pricked in her eyes but she refused to release them. A puddle of red formed on her jeans and her side felt numb.
She tried to wring herself away from the grip of the man but he only pushed her closer and started to hit Rose on the head. Everything turned black again but this time she wouldn't give in. She kicked the man hard in his stomach and rolled from under his grasp. A painful shriek filled the room for a second and gave Rose the time to reach to the door. Her hip tortured her and every move hurt like crazy. Her hand clenched the latch while she felt a hard object hit the back of her head and nearly blacked her out. Little potsherds were spread around the floor and the man held the remains of the Chinese vase in his hands.
Rose staggered towards the little kitchen sink, her head spinning and her mind cloudy. Suddenly she felt another bang on the head and she stumbled onto the floor. A sharp pain shot through her shoulder as she saw a potsherd lodged in her flesh.
In a reflex she pulled it out and clutched it in her hand while little drops of blood trickled onto the floor. She tried to stand up but a sting in her stomach threw her back on the ground. The man grabbed his knife back out of his pocket and stared at Rose daring. Rose's heart skipped a couple of beats as she knew what was coming. The man still looked at her in a mixture of pity, hate and disgust.
The knife conjured scary contours on the wall and Rose's breathing stopped for a few seconds. The man took a few steps closer and said: "I'm sorry you have to end like this, we could have been good together."
He held the knife high above his head and for a moment the world stopped turning. Out of nowhere Rose found the strength to stand up and to plant the potsherd into the ribs of her assailant. A loud scream filled the air for a moment and then the man fell down on the floor, in the middle of the potsherds.
Rose started to puke as she saw the man lying on the floor in a puddle of blood and with a potsherd stuck in his ribs. Out his mouth a little stream of red floated down onto the carpet. The sour smell of death hovered in the trailer. Rose trembled unstoppable and she couldn't breathe. She grabbed the latch and ran away. The thunderstorm was still breaking up the sky and so everyone was nice and cozy in their trailer. A flash of light cracked the heavens and lighted her way. The rain felt like little needles pricking her skin and freezing her all over. She started to cry out of despair or out of pain, she didn't have a clue. Her side felt numb, she could still taste blood in her mind and her shoulder hurt like hell.
The vigorous waves broke on the pungent rocks of the shore and the sound calmed her senses. The little lane she was following brought her to the ruins an old German bunker, covered with moss and ivy-grown. It didn't seem too much but it was a place to shelter while the storm raged.
She was tired and all she wanted was a little bit of undisturbed sleep. Every bone in her seventeen year old body ached and needed peace. For two months now she had been working for fifteen hours straight. The cold hands of solitude grabbed her by her throat and throttled Rose. Through her window a flash of light appeared and a fierce crack disrupted her somber thoughts.
It was a breathtaking sight to see the line of fire vanish into the depths of the Breton ocean. The hit produced a frightful sound that made her flesh creep. She felt so diminutive and powerless and she wanted to cry, for the first time in her life. A hard knock on the trailer's door startled her and she was afraid to open.
"Open up, Rose. It's me!" a harsh voice reverberated.
She quickly opened the door and a sopping man entered with heavy steps. He immediately took of his coat and nestled himself in front of the trailer's heating. Impressed by the discourteous behavior of the man she closed the door and sat down on a chair.
"Aren't you going to give me something to drink?" the man asked austere.
His dark hair hung lifeless around his face and little drops rolled down his chin onto the little red carpet. All Rose did was stare at the man who started to lose his temper.
"I'm not going to ask you twice, Rose."
Out his tone Rose could understand that he had been drinking.
"I think you had enough already." she answered undaunted.
Suddenly a fire ignited in his eyes as the man stood up and drove Rose into a corner of the trailer.
"What did you say?" he asked harsh.
"Nothing." Rose's voice sounded scared.
Suddenly a warm tingle on her cheek followed another one. She could taste the warm, sweet taste of blood in her mouth while another punch hit her stomach. She felt so powerless as one stroke followed another. All at once the man lifted her of her feet and threw her onto the table.
Rose hit her head on the edge and suddenly everything seemed foggy. A heavy weight forced itself on top of her while the beating continued. For a few seconds everything went blank and she must have lost consciousness.
When she opened her eyes again a horrible pain shot through her body as if someone had stabbed her in the side with a knife. Tears pricked in her eyes but she refused to release them. A puddle of red formed on her jeans and her side felt numb.
She tried to wring herself away from the grip of the man but he only pushed her closer and started to hit Rose on the head. Everything turned black again but this time she wouldn't give in. She kicked the man hard in his stomach and rolled from under his grasp. A painful shriek filled the room for a second and gave Rose the time to reach to the door. Her hip tortured her and every move hurt like crazy. Her hand clenched the latch while she felt a hard object hit the back of her head and nearly blacked her out. Little potsherds were spread around the floor and the man held the remains of the Chinese vase in his hands.
Rose staggered towards the little kitchen sink, her head spinning and her mind cloudy. Suddenly she felt another bang on the head and she stumbled onto the floor. A sharp pain shot through her shoulder as she saw a potsherd lodged in her flesh.
In a reflex she pulled it out and clutched it in her hand while little drops of blood trickled onto the floor. She tried to stand up but a sting in her stomach threw her back on the ground. The man grabbed his knife back out of his pocket and stared at Rose daring. Rose's heart skipped a couple of beats as she knew what was coming. The man still looked at her in a mixture of pity, hate and disgust.
The knife conjured scary contours on the wall and Rose's breathing stopped for a few seconds. The man took a few steps closer and said: "I'm sorry you have to end like this, we could have been good together."
He held the knife high above his head and for a moment the world stopped turning. Out of nowhere Rose found the strength to stand up and to plant the potsherd into the ribs of her assailant. A loud scream filled the air for a moment and then the man fell down on the floor, in the middle of the potsherds.
Rose started to puke as she saw the man lying on the floor in a puddle of blood and with a potsherd stuck in his ribs. Out his mouth a little stream of red floated down onto the carpet. The sour smell of death hovered in the trailer. Rose trembled unstoppable and she couldn't breathe. She grabbed the latch and ran away. The thunderstorm was still breaking up the sky and so everyone was nice and cozy in their trailer. A flash of light cracked the heavens and lighted her way. The rain felt like little needles pricking her skin and freezing her all over. She started to cry out of despair or out of pain, she didn't have a clue. Her side felt numb, she could still taste blood in her mind and her shoulder hurt like hell.
The vigorous waves broke on the pungent rocks of the shore and the sound calmed her senses. The little lane she was following brought her to the ruins an old German bunker, covered with moss and ivy-grown. It didn't seem too much but it was a place to shelter while the storm raged.