A/N: I'm back, for a little while at least. This is my first ever POV story, so I don't exactly know how to do it properly. This is actually for an assignment for school, we had to pick a TV show, a disability and then write about what would happen if you, or someone else would be in that situation. So here it goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, I only own Amalia, Delilah, Mrs Redford and Simon.

I find myself waking up face down in sand, and probably not at an airport. Almost panicking I felt around my eyes for my sunglasses, but then started to panic more when I couldn't find them. I stood up…almost and as soon as I collapsed someone hoisted me up. What a way to start the day, huh.

"Hey, it's okay." The voice said and I immediately recognized the voice of my friend, Amalia.

"What happened?" I asked, feeling around in my pocket for my sunglasses.

"I got them, don't worry," she said, putting them into my hand and sitting me back down,

"Thanks, but what's going on?" I asked and I heard her sigh.

"We crashed…on the plane. You were asleep for most of it, but the plane tore apart in midair. There are a lot of survivors, and they've all calmed down. You were out for a while and a doctor came around a little while ago and said you had a bump on your head." Amalia said, and I heard her rummage around in her bag for something as I put the sunglasses on.

"Did you tell him about I asked

"No, did you want me to?" he asked, placing a small tablet in my hand.

"No, thanks, but what's this for?" I asked,

"For the bump…the doctor gave it to me," she said and I shoved it in my mouth uncertainly.

"What's going on?" I asked and I heard her shift next to me,

"Everyone is just sitting around, it's getting kinda dark." She said

"Oh really, I hadn't noticed," I said, sighing

"Sorry," she said

"No, its okay," I said, stopping and turning my head to the sound of waves.

"What are you doing in here? Get out!" Simon yelled at me, beckoning to go back through the flames.

"I'm not leaving you or the horses!" I yelled back, finding a path and opening one of the stall doors.

"Delilah! I said get out!" he yelled but I ignored him.

He started opening the stall doors as well, and we were almost suffocating as we reached the last ones. When we finished we sprinted back to the entrance, but Simon fell behind. I looked back and saw a horse galloping towards me at full force. Suddenly, a terrible amount of pain hit me and everything went black.

"You okay Delilah?" Amalia asked and I nodded, suddenly coming back to earth.

She led me forwards and sat me down next to some people who were sitting on what I though was a bit of plane.

"You think they would've come by now," said a man with an accent I'd never heard before.

"Huh, who?" asked another, younger British man.

"Anyone," the first one replied, sighing.

"You guys hungry?" a different voice asked, and the others said yes, so I went along with it.

Amalia placed it in my lap with a knife and fork, and I managed to open it and eat it without anyone noticing the difficulties I had…well, I hoped they didn't notice. A few more hours passed but neither Amalia nor I spoke. We listened to the different people and learnt some names, but still nobody knew what to do. Suddenly a strange weird metal sound erupted from the west, and I stood up to face it.

"What was that?" A girly-girl called Shannon asked, but nobody answered her

"That was weird right?" The British man, Charlie asked

"Was that Vincent?" A child, Walt asked and I almost laughed, considering Vincent was his dog.

"It's not Vincent," his father, Michael said and I heard a rustle of tarp as he got up.

The sound rustling trees followed it, then thuds as they fell.

"Did anybody see that?" the Australian, Claire asked

"Yeah," the guy with food, Hurley, said, disbelievingly

"Boone!" Shannon yelled and I heard the tarp move as someone got up.

"Terrific…" Charlie said sarcastically.

"Maybe it's a monkey, Monkey Island," A man with a Southern accent said, Sawyer I think his name was.

We had just walked up to them then, after sitting near the water. They talked for a bit more and we listened, but didn't say anything. After a about an hour we sat, and talked some more.

"Whatever it was, it wasn't natural" Michael said, coming up behind us.

"Does anyone have any sun block?" Charlie asked

"Yeah, I do," Shannon answered, and there was a sound of something rustling as she looked for it.

"Uh, so, I was just looking inside the fuselage, it's pretty grim in there. Do you think we should do something about the" said Hurley, but then there was a pause. "B-o-d-y-s"

I almost laughed again but kept on staring downwards, at what I hoped was my nails.

"What are you spelling, man? Bodies?" Michael asked,

"B-o-d-i-e-s." Walt corrected him

"Sounds like a good idea." The man with the accent, Sayid said

"No, they'll deal with it when they get here" Shannon said quickly

Suddenly someone else came into the group, and couched down near me, because I could feel his knee brush past me when he went down.

"We're going to go out and look for the cockpit, see if we can find a transceiver to send a distress signal to help the rescue team." He suddenly shifted so he as facing another way and then continued talking. "You're going to need to keep an eye on the wounded. If the guy in the suit wakes up, try to keep him calm, but don't let him remove that piece of shrapnel, you understand?"

I blanked out and stared the way the sound of the waves were and sighed.

I woke up in hospital with a start, and looked around. It was too dark to see but someone was holding me down, and pushing back on the bed. I felt a sharp pain shooting up my body and stopped struggling.

"Take it easy Delilah, just wait a second," my mother said

"Why is it so dark?" I asked, panicking.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Redford?" A doctor said, as I heard his footsteps.

"Yes?" my mother asked worriedly

"I'm sorry, but Delilah might be blind, possibly completely. She suffered severe blows to the head and mild burns. She has a broken arm, which we will fix soon but I'm afraid that she'll never see again." He said grimly.

"Your bed-side table manner isn't too great, did you know that?" I said, tears running down my cheeks.

"I've heard that before," he said, and I lay back down on the bed.

Suddenly rain started pouring down and Amalia pulled me up, dragging me forwards and then we were out of the rain.

"Where are we?" I asked

"I built this while you were with the others, you probably didn't hear me leave." She said and I sighed for the millionth time that day.

"How am I gonna do this? I could barely survive being blind, let alone survive on an island where I can't hear people approaching." I said, tears falling down my cheeks

"Hey, you're only 13, and although you're blind you can make it through this. If things do get too rough we can talk to the doctor and he might be able to help." She said soothingly, putting her hands on my shoulders,

"But the doctor at the hospital said it would never go away," I said, wiping the tears away.

"Doctors aren't always right, and besides, that was four years ago, maybe something has changed since then." She said softly and I nodded, putting my head in my hands.

"Don't worry, a rescue team will come soon," she said and I looked up

"No, it won't. Death surrounds me, we had to crash on this flight because I was on it. People have died here, mom and dad died last year, Simon's gone, most of the horses were put down, my sister died and so did my dog! It's my fault! You're all I have left…" I almost screamed, but quieted down when I remembered people were around us.

"Delilah, none of those deaths were your fault, and you shouldn't think like that." She said, sounding annoyed

"I can't do this!"

A/N: I don't know much about being blind, so I doubt it's any good. Next chapter it wont follow the whole story line as much and Delilah and Amalia will do some other stuff with the cast members. Please R&R and if you are dying for a chapter in any of my stories, don't hesitiate to PM me about it, because I'm a little behind and I'll do whatever comes in.