The Love That Was Once Lost

by Samantha Hill

Rose awakes in a hospital and has no idea what has happened. She keeps having nightmares that replay every thing from April 15th and can't stop the fear and pain. She begins to forget but will a simple letter change her life? Will she find Jack is alive?

6. Chapter 6: A Place In Life part 1

Chapter 6: A Place in Life:

(Authors note: I dedicate this chapter to today (4/15/08) for today marks the 96th anaversory or the sinking of Titanic. May all those qho died rest in peace. This isn't the full chapter and I am sorry about that but yeah enjoy)

The sun shown through the blinds and danced on the white blankets as if it shone on water. The waves of light passed over rose's body as she lay sleeping. Her body only moving to the tempo of her heart, as she floated in the water of her dreams. She no longer had the reacurring nightmares about that morning, or the mans who's face was embeded in her mind. She only saw the future, the preasnt, and the wanted. The sun that passed through the windows all but added to her state of happieness.

The faces lined the inside of her eye lids like stained glass window that hung above the oragan in the church she once attended with her mother and father. It seemed so long ago, but now their faces were so clear, her memory , so vivid, so real. She walked down the isle to where her parents waited for her to take her seats and to wait for the serman to begin. She took her place beside her mother with the straight face she was trained to keep in place. The tightness of the dress around her neck and middle almost made it imposible to breath yet she still sat, motionless, emotionless, a statue in her mothers garden of riches and wonders. She sat like the statue of her mothers angel during the serman, and only when he mentioned love did she look up from her unimportant gaze at the spec of dust in the air behind the pastors head. She found early in her life of marble that if you look very clossly and don't pay attention to anything else you can see small particles of dust and filth in the air, and if you look in the right places it seems as if you are absolutly iintransesed by the speaker and are not able to remove your gaze from them. She looked into his eyes now and a flash of an unfamiliar face flashed in front of her dreaming eyes.

The sun had moved higher in the sky and now shone more directly on her face, the white sheets and linons making her flaming hair stand out even more against the watery background. She slowly opened her eyes blinking a few rapid times in reaction to the abusive light that was sudenly in her eyes. And as she blinked once again she heard the pastors words become quiet and the glass windows dimmed into a faint outline the faded into the wonderful white light of morning.

(ok authors end note: this is not the end of the chapter I am just extremly tired but thought that I should really update today because of the day it is. I will finish it soon I promise. )