Wish Upon a Star

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Titanic or any of the characters mentioned in this story. They belong to their rightful owners.

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

Rose just stared. She simply stared at the endless sky glowing softly above her head. Nature was being so beautiful, yet it was so oblivious at the moment. It didn't realize a massive tragedy had just occurred. It didn't realize that Rose was quickly slipping into a personal depression of the heart. No tears would yet escape her eyes. Nothing could cheer her up. Nothing could make her smile. Her Jack. He could've made her smile right then. Her amazing, sweet, romantic, funny, loving Jack was currently sinking to his eternal resting place upon the vast ocean floor. It wasn't fair. How could he leave her after all they'd been through? How could he leave her now? She finally believed they would have a chance to be together in happiness. She couldn't fathom how she didn't notice his death earlier. Her Jack was supposed to be resting, waiting for the next life boat to drift their way. At least, she could've sworn he was resting. He wasn't supposed to be dying a slow, painful death. Rose just wanted to crumple up and die at that moment. She wanted to fling her lifejacket into the unforgiving, murderous ocean beneath her. She wanted to roll off the 'saving' door and sink to her death with Jack. She couldn't live without him. She wouldn't live without him.

But, I promised him I would live on. I promised my Jack. She thought sadly to herself. That was just it. She didn't want to live on. She didn't have a reason to live on anymore. I promised him though. Even though my heart is burning to oblivion at the moment, I need to live on for him. For Jack.

"Come back." She whispered to the retreating boat. After all that had just occurred, she almost forgot about its existence. "Come back." Her weak voice trembled into the eerie, dark night. Quickly, she thought of an idea. She jumped into the freezing water, searching for someone with something, anything, that could be loud. A nearby dead victim, luckily, was holding a whistle within his mouth. Without further ado, Rose snatched the whistle and blew into it with all her might. I hope you're proud of me Jack. I'm going to make it, just for you. She thought. The boat from earlier began sailing toward the freezing Rose. She internally smiled. She was going to make it for Jack and only Jack.

Rose was helped upon the boat and covered in warm, inviting blankets. She remained silent throughout the ride. No one questioned her. Each person aboard the small lifeboat was rather traumatized, understandably. Rose looked up after some time to see the Carpathia looming before her. What do you know, Jack? I guess I really am going to make it.

Rose sat quietly alone in the third-class area of the Carpathia. The third-class area was where she belonged now. She never felt she truly belonged to the first-class people. She was far too fun to be some stuffy rich girl. Besides, she wasn't truly rich anymore, not that it bothered her. She glanced around at her surroundings, trying to concentrate on anything other than Jack. To her horror, Cal was standing nearby; most likely trying to find what he thought was "his Rose". Maybe he was trying to see if the "horrible person" who stole his fiancé survived. He would never understand how much she hated him. She hid quietly behind her blanket praying that Cal wouldn't discover her. He looked her way, but didn't suspect it was her. She quietly prayed her gratefulness. She never wanted to see that man again. Her thoughts became rather cruel. Why did that monster get to live? Jack deserves to be here much more then that horrendous man. Without Rose realizing, a man approached her asking for her name.

"Dawson. Rose Dawson." She replied. She wanted to have some way to keep her Jack. Plus, she certainly didn't want to be a Dewitt Bukater anymore. She'd died on the Titanic. She was Rose Dawson now. She was going to be who she wanted to be now. She wasn't going to be who everyone expected her to be anymore. She was going to be the person Jack wanted her to be.

Soon the Statue of Liberty came into view above the ship. Under different circumstances, she would've smiled at the sight. It would've meant she was going to be living her new life with Jack. Don't think about Jack right now. She had to keep reminding herself. As much as it hurt to think about a life without him, Rose knew she had to go on. After all, she'd promised him she'd do at least that.

Rose descended from the ship. Her first steps on American soil weren't as amazing as she'd expected them to be. She wasn't really sure where to go or what to do. She'd always been told exactly what to do her entire life. Well, she knew she needed a place to sleep, food to eat, and to figure out what she was going to do with the rest of her life. Guess I better get started. She thought with a small sarcastic smile.

Rose may not have known where she was going or what she was doing, but she knew one thing for sure. Her life was going to be pretty rough now. However, that was just how she wanted it to be. For Jack. Her Jack.

A/N: Hey there people! This story is my first fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I KNOW it's super short, but it had to be that way. Trust me. The next chapters will definitely be longer. I just felt this was the perfect place to finish this chapter off. Anyway, thanks for reading! Please let me know if there are any grammatical errors. I will be sure to fix them ASAP! Thanks!

~titanicandkhfanforever