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It had been two very long weeks since Charlie had been exiled from the camp and within those weeks he never felt more alone his entire life, not even when his brother, Liam had left him in their nearly empty apartment. Although he was very disappointed about that too, he had something to do; his heroin, and he did that as often as he could without hesitation and no concern to going broke, like what a lot of musicians did. This time however, he did not have his heroin to turn to. It was true he could very easily turn back to it, but after the several weeks of withdrawal it just wasn't worth it. So he turned to the other thing that kept him running after Liam left him; his music. He spent several hours a day, sometimes an entire day playing the most melancholic songs he could possibly think of, songs that could drive on into depression after listening for too long. A week ago he had moved a mile down the beach so he could be alone which is how he wanted to be after that night. All he wanted to do was to save the baby by baptism, but he was made into the biggest idiot by the person who pointed out that his vivid dreams had to have a message. Mr. Eko. Locke certainly helped this out by punching him in the face and causing him to fall into the water. All he wanted to do after that point was to drown in his pool of humiliation. Sure the punches in the face hurt physically, but when she slapped him and shunned him it caused his heart to explode with pain.