Title: Beyond the Sea
Summary: Post "Abandoned" (but totally AU, denial-ville from there). "Holding her hand over her closed wound, she wondered what happened. How had she been injured? Who fixed her up? And most importantly, where the Hell was she? The last thing she could remember was Sayid telling her he loved her and that he believed in her." Shayid
Authors Note: I don't know where I'm going with this. And to be honest, I suck at updating my stories. I really, really do. I might be willing to ping-pong this story with someone if I flake really badly about updating.
Disclaimer: "Lost" and all the characters herein belong to Bad Robot, Disney, um… and a whole lot of other people who are not me. I just write this stuff 'cause I'm in denial-land and I have no life.

Her head felt heavy as she lifted it up from the ground. Opening her eyes proved more painful than lifting her head had been. There was no light, but it still hurt. She felt crust line her eyelids. She pulled herself into a complete sitting position and rubbed her eyes. Blinking a few dozen times, she was finally able to focus.

She was in a small room. It looked like a storage closet, only it was empty. There was nothing in there with her. No shelving. No tables. No chairs. No nothing. She moved around the room, banging weakly on the walls. As she inched along, trying to find a way out, her foot connected with something soft.

She looked down, but she couldn't really see anything. Crouching, she tentatively reached out. It was a small bundle. Raising it up, she pulled at the tied off top, undoing the knot with shaking hands. Inside there was bread, fruits and a few unlabeled bottles of water.

She opened one bottle, the water cool, sloshed over the top and onto her hands and shirt. She took a long drag of water. Suddenly she felt extremely hungry and thirsty. She pulled at the bread, shoveling it into her mouth, taking deep sips of water between. She kept doing so until she started coughing. She put the water down, forcing herself to carefully chew and swallow all she had in her mouth. Taking a deep breath, she took another small sip before leaning against the wall.

She ran her hands over her face. She grimaced when she looked down at them. Her nails had never been so jagged. They were lacking nail polish and there was dirt underneath them. She knew it would be a waste, but her vanity always won, so she poured water over her hands. She started rubbing them on her shirt when she noticed its state.

Her once pristine white shirt was stained a reddish brown. And there in the center of the mess, her shirt had a hole in it. She felt the heat leave her face, and slowly drain from her body completely. She fingered the tattered fringes of the hole before she yanked her shirt up.

Zigzagged there on her stomach was delicate stitching. She traced the string that poked in and out of her skin. It didn't hurt, but there was a twinge of an ache on the surrounding skin. It didn't look like something Jack had done. No. They were actual stitches, not the sewing kit thread that Jack used.

Holding her hand over her closed wound, she wondered what happened. How had she been injured? Who fixed her up? And most importantly, where the Hell was she? The last thing she could remember was Sayid telling her he loved her and that he believed in her.

Standing up, she started banging on the walls again. "Somebody help me!" She yelled until her voice was hoarse and she pounded the walls until her small fists bled.

"Hello! Help!" She kept on until weakness settled over her and she sank to the ground, feeling defeated.

"Somebody help me," she whimpered, clinging at the wall. Tears welled in her eyes. "Sayid… help me."