A/N Chapters 1-7 have been rewritten to improve general quality of writing and to hopefully continue it. If you happen to have read this story before, I would suggest rereading those chapters. But they're pretty short.

Chapter 1:
Oceanic Flight 815
Day 1

I opened my eyes.

The cool air from the minuscule air conditioner on the overhead panel was still blowing, just as I had left it.

After taking a quick glance at my watch, I deduced that I had been asleep for roughly five hours. I took a moment to stretch, trying to rid myself of the aches of flying and sleeping in coach. Being asleep for so long had given me the need to use the restroom.

I had barely gotten out of my seat and into the aisle when a man in a black hoodie and jeans charged past me - as well as into me - and knocked me back into my seat. "Seriously?" I asked aloud, raising my hands to signal my obvious anger at the situation.

In my second attempt at standing up from my seat, I was pushed back into my row by some flight attendants. Admittedly, they weren't nearly as forceful as the man in the hoodie, but they succeeded in keeping me out of the bathroom.

"I guess I'll just wait then!" I nearly yelled to the flight attendants in my growing frustration. They continued shouting up ahead, presumably to the man in the hoodie. "Sir, excuse me sir, please wait!"

Before I could even wonder why they were chasing him, the plane started shaking. I had flown enough to know it was just turbulence, but it lasted a little longer than I was used to.

As the turbulence grew stronger, the fasten seat belt sign came on, and I took that as my sign to sit back down.

By the time my seatbelt was properly fastened, the turbulence had taken a momentary break, and a female flight attendant had begun speaking over the plane's intercom system. "Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has switched on the fasten seatbelt sign, please return to your seats, and fasten your seatbelts."

The turbulence started again, but much stronger than it previously had been. Passengers were starting to get nervous. Some from the turbulence, some from the man running down the aisle, and some from a combination of both. The man and woman to my right were some of those people, almost positive that he had tried to plant a bomb or stab someone with a sharpened spork.

The turbulence suddenly got much heavier, causing the plane to creak and moan, as if the wings were being pulled ever so slightly.

Almost as if the plane had been swatted like a fly, it violently jerked downward. It felt like the plane had just dropped a hundred feet. Luggage fell from the overhead compartment, and passengers without seat belts hit the ceiling violently. That's why they have the warnings. I thought about saying it, but it didn't feel like the appropriate time.

The plane had obviously gained speed, all the while shaking breathing masks fell from above, and without a moment of hesitation I put mine on. The reality of the situation came suddenly when a food cart quickly rolled to the front of the plane. We were in a nosedive.

The aircraft sounded like it was barely holding together. The sound of rapidly twisting metal made me feel that it wasn't holding together at all.

People were probably screaming, crying, and saying goodbye to their loved ones, but I couldn't hear any of it. The sound of metal being crunched, ripped, and torn filled my senses.

I had my suspicions, but when seats, carts, and even people started flying towards the back of the plane, I knew what had happened. One quick glance was all I allowed myself, but it was enough to confirm my fears. There wasn't a back of the plane anymore.

I tightened my death grip on the arm rests, and refocused my attention on the front of the plane just so I didn't have to see people falling out of the back.

In one quick tear, I was staring at the clouds. Having just witnessed the back fall off, I could have dealt with the front falling off too, if it hadn't broken off directly in front of me. It took the row ahead of me with it, making sure that I had a good view of the clouds, sky, and my impending doom.

Between the high speed and extreme trauma I had been exposed to over the last couple of minutes, I started to black out, something I was almost thankful for. At least I wouldn't be conscious when I died.

With that final thought, my vision was completely overtaken by darkness.