April 10, 1912 Aboard the RMS Titanic

In almost insanity, tears begin to stream down my face. I grip the railing tighter as I fear I

may retch. Behind closed eyes, I envision the "Ship of Dreams" carrying me back to America in chains.

I clutch my chest as a new wave of tears spills from my eyes; staining the elegant evening gown I had put on a mere hour ago. In absolute desolation, I pray to the stars for peace, but more perfervidly I pray for freedom. Oh how I wish I were dead. Dead and free.

With a cold certainty, my heart thuds and my eyes dry as I realize what I must do.

Tightening my grasp on the cool railing, I begin to climb over the protective barrier,careful not to slip on the sequins of my dress. Looking out across the sea, I feel an utmost calm enter my skin.

I exhale an air of contentment, knowing that nothing can manipulate me here. A crisp spring breeze goosebumps my flesh, freeing a few strands of my dark, chestnut hair from the constraints atop my head.

Oh how different I feel on the other side of the barricade, even if it is just for a few moments. I sigh heavily into the tranquility, and lull my head to memorize the sky. "My God," I breathe, "how pretty the sky is." Another sharp breeze sends the swollen clouds dancing across the darkness; bruised by God's paintbrush.

Leaning my weight against the cool railing, I edge one leg outward, stretching it from the protective barrier. With unalloyed serenity, I sing.

"Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up..she goes. Up she goes."

"Balance yourself like a bird on a beam, in the air she goes. There she goes. Up...up a little bit

higher."

I elevate my leg higher into the air, my midnight blue dress glittering in the crescent moonlight.

"Look Mother," I say softly "No feet." Unexpectedly, I feel the calm begin to boil in my stomach,transfiguring into the dreadful horror I had quelled.

I realize in order to leave the worldwith peace, I must attempt to forget it all. I must abandon the sadness of losing my father. I must omit from my mind the inevitable arrangement that sent me hanging off the back of a ship. But above all else, I must erase from my memory the horrid realization of being a pawn in a game I never wanted to play because in this moment, all I cherish is the twinkling, enigmatic sky, the feeling of goosebumps as a timid breeze caresses my skin, the luminosity of the moon, and the absolute liberation of the glossy sea.

Taking a deep breath, tears fill my sapphire eyes once again. I cry openly to the night and know what I must do.

A coldness seeps over me and I murmur to myself, sliding my palms away from the railing, "Look Mother..No hands."

And I let go.

AN: So..this is my first story. I hope you liked the first chapter. I promise it is a love story, I just had to get this scene out of my head. Hopefully this chapter didn't suck too badly because when I started writing this at 10 or so at night, I finished half of it and was really pleased (it was so much better than this version) but what happened was my computer freaked out , thus the deleting of my story. I had to start over from scratch. So if this sucks just tell me and I'll try to do better. Keep in mind I started at 10ish and it's now 5:30, so the writing isn't completely satisfactory because I'm exhausted! :) Um..well I guess I could explain the chapter..Rose is feeling trapped because, like in the Titanic film, there is an arranged marriage to ensure money for her family. (She is to be married when Titanic reaches her destination in New York). Rose hasn't had the most creative, fulfilling, or satisfying life, and she feels the only way to escape her hell is death. I do not own the characters in my story, they belong to the rightful owners, but I imagined Rose to look a bit differently (not Kate Winslet) Same name just different idea of her appearance. Oh and also, Cal and Rose have never met. They meet on Titanic. YAY! The marriage was arranged and they had no clue what the other looked like. I used a quote from the Titanic movie about the ship taking Rose to America in isn't the entire quote, but I wanted to explain myself I guess. NOT MY QUOTE! Well I've rambled enough..haha..please read it..tell me what you think..and if you like it I will get to work on more chapters! I also do not own "Come Josephine in My Flying Machine"

Super long author's note,

Viktoria