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Summary: She's spent six years trying to get off the island and now's she wants to find a way back.
"Home is not where you live, but where they understand you" – Christian Morgenstern
Home is where the Heart is
Ch 1
The image of James' grief stricken face was burned in her unconscious mind. A loud clanging sound brings her mind back into consciousness and with it came the pain, real pain, physical pain, aching, throbbing. She opens her eyes and it takes a few seconds for her mind to register what had happened. She was alive, eighty stories and she survived. She raises one of her hands in the air; it was shaking she cries out in agony. She begs to be taken, to let it end. It was like she was somewhere between death and a nightmare. Is this my punishment? She asks. Her eyes move to left and she sees it, the bomb lying there as if it had fell on gently on a mattress instead of solid rock. Somehow it avoided detonating on impact. Hydrogen bombs were not stable when taken out of their casings. It was as if the island had made a cushion for it but didn't award her the same satisfaction. She had finally found happiness after three years of misery and she had to let it all go and now she was going to die slowly, painfully and alone. Was she really that bad of person that the island thought this is what she deserved?
She suddenly knows what she has to do. She has to finish what they started or all of it would be for nothing. If she was going to give up everything, James and never seeing Rachel again. Then she was going to go out with a bang. She rolls over with pain shooting through her entire body. She coughs up the blood that she could feel pooling in her lungs. She grabs a rock and brings it up in the air and smashes it down, again and again until she sees nothing but white light.
She feels herself being pulled in different directions like she had fallen in the ocean and the waves kept crashing over, pulling her down. Was she in hell?? She thinks as the pain was becoming unbearable. She felt as if her body was twisting itself in knot. Was she going to spend eternity suffering for all the bad things she's done? Is the last thought she has before the darkness overtakes her.
She was walking towards the door when she saw a bright flash of light shoot out from underneath it. She ran towards the door and pulled it open. She sucked in her breath when she saw the body of a woman lying on the floor. The pendulum continued swinging back and forth inches from her body. She runs to the woman. She was lying curled up with her legs at odd angles and her left arm outstretched with her hand in a tight fist. Her red shirt was stained with blood and her face was battered and bruised.
She kneels down beside the woman and slowly brought her hand forward to her neck and felt the faint trace of a pulse; she wipes the woman's blond hair from her face. Eloise Hawking fell backwards and let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. She knew the woman. She was from the island; she was with Daniel in 1954. But how did she get here? And how come she looks exactly the same?
The woman's groans startling her out of her thoughts. Her eyes open and they were the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She watched as the woman tried to speak through her pain. "…Where…am…I?"
"Los Angeles" Eloise replies as the woman's eyes close again and is silent.
She called some of her people down to the room with a stretcher. This woman needed to go to the hospital but she couldn't have the paramedics coming down here. She needed the woman to survive because she needed to find out who she was.
Tbc…
A/N: I know yet another story. I can't help it I keep getting ideas in my head. This one is going to be more about Juliet (obivously it's going to be about Sawyer as well) but the chapters will be more Juliet centered. Let me know if I should continue this one or abandon it to focus on my other three stories.
