A/N: I've had this going through my head for a couple of days now, and I finally just decided to write it down. The words in italics are the song lyrics. I highly recommend the song. It is "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence.

Readers of my Chronicles of Narnia fanfic! Do not give up hope. I will not let go of the story until it's done! School has just been a pain in the butt recently and I did not get the chance to update it. However, Chapter 15 is written and I will upload it as soon as I'm done here! And yes, I did make that reference to "My Heart Will Go On."

Bring Me To Life

How can you see into my eyes

Like open doors?

Leading you down into my core

Where I've become so numb.

Rose DeWitt Bukater excused herself from the table and the company of the other socialites of her class. She hated being forced into this engagement with Caledon Hockley, and it showed in every word she spoke. She had become hard and cynical, something that surprised even her.

She went out to the open air on the stern of the Titanic. This was the first day of the voyage; they had set out from Queenstown, Ireland only that morning. Rose stared back in the direction of Europe with utmost sadness.

"I wish that I was back in England," she thought. Once she reached America, she knew that whatever hopes for freedom she may have now would be gone forever; her marriage to Cal would quickly take that away.

As she stared back at the continent that they had left behind, Rose suddenly felt a strange gaze pierce her soul. She glanced in the direction of the gaze, but the only person there was a member of third-class. He seemed unassuming, but there was no doubt that his ice-blue eyes were the ones that had seen her for who she was. She looked away from the man with the soul-piercing gaze, but curiosity won over and she stole another glance at him.

He wore a reddish-brown shirt, which reminded her of the rich soil of the Kensington Gardens, which had been her favorite place to visit during her stay in London. His wheat-blond hair blew into his face and his eyes were still trained on her.

Rose again became uncomfortable with his gaze, and she looked away again. Just then, Cal came up behind her to bring her back to lunch. She acted aggressive outwardly, but inside, she sighed in defeat. The moments that she had, when she saw the third-class man with the reading gaze, were now over. She was a bird with its leg chained during a short flight to give her wings a stretch, and now she had to return to her cage.

Without a soul, my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold.

Her cage seemed even tighter than it ever had before, on the night of April 12, 1912. At dinner, her mother chatted on and on about the engagement. Rose sank deeper and deeper into despair. She left the table early, hoping to retire for the night before her mother or Cal returned. She called for Trudy, her favorite maid, to help her undress, but no response came. Rose attempted to undress herself, but the best she could do was take her hair down and her necklace off. She screamed in frustration and threw some of the items in her cabin against the wall, breaking them. The despair she had felt earlier at dinner now combined with frustration and she ran from the room and out to the stern of the ship.

She originally intended to calm down, but when she saw the railing of the ship, a different idea entered her mind: she could get out of her marriage. All she had to do was throw herself off of the stern of the Titanic. It was a little extreme, but she was willing to do whatever she needed to do to free herself.

She climbed over the railing, looking up from time to time to make sure she was alone. She turned so that she was looking at the water that would swallow her up. But just before she jumped, a voice cut through the darkness and her thoughts: "Don't do it!"

Until you find it there and lead it back home.

Rose whipped around and saw the same person who had pierced her soul earlier. She didn't want to continue her life, so she threatened to let go if this man came closer, but the man talked her out of her desperation by telling her how cold the water was.

"Give me your hand," he told her, offering her his hand. "You don't want to do this." Rose thought for a moment and realized that this man was right. So she took his hand and turned to face him. As their eyes met, she felt a flare in her soul, as if she still had a chance at freedom, and this man could give it to her.

"I'm Jack Dawson," the man introduced himself.

"Rose DeWitt Bukater," she responded, reciprocating the introduction. Jack began to help her back over the railing, but her foot slipped! She shrieked, but Jack calmed her down. "Listen! I've got you. I won't let go." He encouraged her to pull herself up on the railing, and soon, she was back on the safety of the ship.

There was a bit of an awkward moment when the officers of the ship and Cal suspected Jack of mistreating her, but Rose quickly made up a story that left out her suicide attempt, yet still kept Jack as the hero: Rose had slipped while trying to see the propellers, but Jack had nearly gone overboard himself while saving her. The night ended with Cal extending and invitation to Jack to join the members of first-class the following evening.

As Rose was in her staterooms that night, after Cal had given her the precious Le Coeur de la Mer diamond, she thought back to the events on the stern. That man, Jack Dawson, had saved her in more ways than one. Yes, he had pulled her back to safety, but he had taught her that life was too precious to throw away. She resolved to speak with him the next day.

A/N: Okay, so there's the first verse. What do you think of it? Should I discontinue it, or should I continue to hold on? Let me know what you think!