AN: I have no clue why, but I want to write this Lost story. I just can't get it out of my head. I'll try very hard not to turn it into a "Mary-Sue" fic. Try to give me a chance. Thanks and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, but I do own my characters.

It started as a normal Sunday. I went to church and came back home to eat lunch. Afterwards, I decided to take a nap. Now, for about a week, I've been having the same dream each time I fall asleep. I'm in this tropical forest and running from something that I'm very scared of. I never had been so scared in my life. The strangest part is that I can feel everything around me, like the trees and the branches that are scratching my legs as I run through them. In my head, I keep thinking 'I must get to them. I must get to them to protect me.' I have no idea who I must get to. The dream always ends when I get to end of the forest and I see an ocean.

I woke up in my own bed with sweat running down my body. I'm actually panting and I looked at myself in the mirror to find that my cheeks are red and there are small scratches on my face. My eyes lit up in shock when I pulled off the blankets from my legs. There on my legs were scratches. This is the first time that the dream has done this to me. As I was thinking back to the dream, I heard my mom call me from downstairs in the kitchen.

I went down to find my mom balancing the checkbook. It's one of those days to stay far from her when she's doing it because she gets frustrated as to how much we spend per month. She looks up at me with a frown. "Kristin, how many times do I tell you not to scratch your face. You know it will damage your skin," my mom said in her worried tone. "Ummmm, yea, sure," I said. She looked at me strangely. "Kristin, is there something wrong?" she asked. "No, nothing," I said quickly. I wasn't going to tell her the dream I had again. I told her a couple of days of ago and she started to freak out.

Her eyes started to search my face for anything that I was hiding. I didn't want her to know, but she just shrugged her shoulders and handed me a stack of envelopes that I figured out quickly they were bills. "Please put this in the mailbox," she said. I started to walk towards the front door when I heard her say, "Please, don't let her be mad at me." I raised my eyebrows and went out.

It was once again a very hot day in the suburbs of LA. We've been having record high temperatures for about a week and I'm quite sick of it. But I still love Cali. As I was putting the envelopes in the mailbox, I felt some one grab me and put a cloth over my mouth and nose. I didn't have time to react because I quickly saw black spots and then there was nothing but darkness.

"Are you sure it was the right thing to do?"

"Yes, it was. You know if she stayed here any longer, they would have found her."

"I just hope they will take care of her."

"Don't worry, they will."

"When will she come back?"

"When the danger has pass."

"I hope she won't be mad at me. I just wanted them to take care of her when I'm gone."

"She won't, I promise. I have looked many times and she'll be fine. Trust me."

Kristin's mom, Sharon, smiled sadly and looked out the window as the men were carrying Kristin's limp body quickly into the van before any of the neighbors saw them. She prayed silently to ask God to protect her and to find her way back home soon.

"Your prayer will soon be answered. Just please relax. The plan will go over well."

Sharon turned around and looked around the empty living room. She smiled and said thank you to the air. She walked back to the kitchen to finish the check book.

AN: So, what did you guys think? As I said, I'm trying my best to not turn this into a 'Mary-Sue' story. Second chapter is coming up soon.