Ghosts that we knew
Ok so this is basically the same plot of lost, as far as the beginning goes, with a little bit of twist towards the end ;) the major difference is the addition of a character: Skylar. She throws a wrench in a bit of the plot, however. I stressed about the name forever but I gave up on finding a better one so anyway lol... I hope you enjoy! I plan to go through pretty much the entire six seasons plus quite a bit after and we'll see about maybe adding an epilogue! Enjoy :) (oh and it will be first person perspective, it might switch around so ill make sure to let you know who's doing the thinking)
Chapter One
SKYLAR
My eyes flutter open, revealing the blue sky above me. For some reason, something in my gut squirms at the sight. I try to collect my thoughts and open my eyes wide and sit up quickly when the memories hit.
(Flashback to the plane)
"Hey."
"Don't talk to her please, ma'am," a stern voice replies to my greeting. I look at the floor, my cheeks reddening, and move on to find my seat. However, as my eyes fall I happen to catch a glimpse of the silver cuffs chained to the seat and holding her hands. I close my eyes and groan inwardly as I realize my stupidity.
I sit and try to enjoy the flight as we take off, but the events of the day coupled with what just happened are wearing on me. I nod off and pray for no nightmares.
I am jolted awake by screaming and the shaking of the plane. I look around and notice that the section I am in is relatively empty except for me and the prisoner and her guard. My mind spins as I take in the yellow thing in front of me and realize that it is the oxygen mask. Trying not to panic, I fit the strap on my head and take deep breaths.
The tail of the plane rips off literally yards behind me, and I can no longer contain the screams as my mind succumbs to the blackness.
(End)
I look around and see the prisoner lying next to me, unconscious. My instincts overwhelm my inhibitions and reach over to try and wake her. When she doesn't wake, I feel for her pulse and can't find it. I push away thoughts about her being the same gender as me and lean down to give her mouth to mouth.
After a few minutes of alternating between blowing air into her lungs and doing chest compressions, she coughs and I inwardly thank God that she came to during the less awkward part. Her eyes blink a few times before opening and she startles at the sight of me and the jungle behind me. She groans at the memory and sits up. She looks at me and I know she recognizes me. Something in her eyes tells me that she's wondering whether or not I saw her handcuffs earlier. The cuffs are gone by some work of magic and I can see her rubbing her wrists in my peripheral vision.
"Hey," I say trying to end the silence.
"Uh, hey," she says after a pause. I can tell she is uncomfortable and knows that I know her secret. I can also tell that she is glad not to be alone.
"You alright? I think I'm fine beyond minor scrapes thankfully," I ask.
"Yeah..." She trails off and I know she's as scared as I am. " Do you think anyone else..." She whispers and I nod.
"It couldn't have been that bad if we barley got scraped." I'm trying to convince myself as well as her as I say it. She nods and suggests that we both go in opposite directions and see if we can find others. I agree and find myself wandering through the jungle, briefly wondering if it will end or I will be walking numbly forever.
I begin to hear the sound of screaming grow louder and louder as I begin to see a thinning in the tree line ahead of me. I part a few branches and nearly faint at the sight that greets me as I step onto the beach.
I summon up my courage and walk out into the havoc before me. There are a few chunks of plane strewn across the beach, along I few bodies I don't think will be getting up. I can't take it anymore and fall onto my knees on the sand a few yards away from the wreckage. I let the tears fall as I feel my body racked with sobs. I bury my face in my knees as I hug them to my chest. I sit there, sobbing, for who knows how long until it seems like every drop of water in my body has fallen down my face. I sniff and open my eyes.
The screaming is gone, and I look around to see most of the people sitting in small groups or sitting alone and making me wonder if that's really how awful I must look. I hear something shift next to me and jerk my head around to find a man sitting next to me.
"Hey goldilocks," he smirks, referring to the blonde curls that fell down my back.
"Hey yourself," I mutter, wondering why on Earth he was sitting there. He laughs and runs his hand through his chin length, dirty blonde hair.
"How old are you girl? You look like you're fifteen at the most," he teases and I roll my eyes.
"I'm nineteen and my name's Skylar thanks for asking," I say, a little annoyed at his curiosity.
"That's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you," he whispers in my ear, and a chill run down my spine. I jerk my head away and look him in the eyes. They're a chocolate brown color. "What's you're name?" I probe, hoping to learn at least something about the man I just gave my info to.
"Sawyer," he says and flashes me a smile.