Author's Note: I wrote this chapter a while ago when i was severly piss off at Jack for being so mean to Kate. So if it makes absolutely not freaking sense, that would be why. As of now i really do love Jack, besides the fact that he is a hottie, have you seen his tatoo?? So This is the last chapter of this truely odd story that came out of a dream, and it's just gotten more weird and more bizarre from then. So here it is, don't hate it too much. ;)
Chapter 3: Fact: Guys are Jerks
Dear Diary,
Turns out all he wanted was some asprin. ASPRIN! Can you believe it? Some damn, freaking, stupid, bloody, ASPRIN!! Okay so I stole the 'bloody' from Charlie, but it looks good on paper.
Tapping her pen to the paper, Kate looked down at her writing skeptically. "Hmm, now I am trying to get into the habit of; talking to a book." Click, click, click, went Kate's pen as she fiddled with it. Trying a little more, Kate began to write.
He didn't even say anything to me. Just went up to Sawyer and said, "What do you want for some asprin?" Can you believe it? No 'Hi, Kate.' or 'How are you?' or 'Sorry for being an ass.' Or 'By the way I'll jump off a cliff next time I open my big, Fat, UGLY mouth to say ANYTHING about your past! Oh and sorry again.' Ha! As if!
'Okay so maybe this is a little fun.' Click, click, click went the pen. 'Big, bad, Kate gets to insult and put down little itty-bitty Jackass on a piece of paper. Big whoop!' She thought sarcastically. 'Not like it will change anything.'
'But maybe I will just write one more teeny-tiny paragraph.'
And then after Jack is pushed…err…jumps off the cliff, my life will be totally, completely and utterly free of the past. Nobody else knows anything. DIE JACK! DIE! But somehow I don't think it will be that easy to kill off the doctor and have nobody notice. Besides last time I Killed it wasn't in cold blood. It just happened. Could I really do it again? In cold blood?
"Okay, I think that is enough for today." Closing the book, Kate held it shut as if doing so would trap all the thoughts she had written down inside, so that they couldn't escape and come to life.
"I don't know how Claire does it. Writing in a diary. Haven't done this since tenth grade when…" But she couldn't say the words out loud. They hurt too much. 'When…' She tried to think them instead, but it seemed as if her brain hit a brick wall and skipped to the next question, of not when but why. 'How could he do that?'
"Talking about me?" Claire teased. She waddled over to Kate.
Quickly looking up Kate blushed. "Sorry."
"Don't be." Claire sat down heavily on the log next to Kate. "Hope you said nice things." Claire smiled at Kate and got a smile in response.
"Sometimes it helps."
"What does?" Kate looked at Claire, she had a mystic look, as if she was going to go all spacey. "Claire?"
"It helps to talk to yourself or write it down sometimes." Claire looked intently at Kate. "When life gets too confusing, too hard to sort out, I write it down." She looked at her big belly and rubbed it. "I mean look at me, I'm pregnant."
Kate chuckled, "Yeah, I noticed."
"I'm also on an island without the chance of being rescued."
Kate tried to object, "We might still—"
"—Kate, you know we won't get rescued." She looked away almost guiltily. "I hear people talking, and they've heard you and other the other people that went on the hike talking." Claire looked into Kate's eyes, "We're not going to be rescued and you know it."
They both looked away and said nothing for a few moments. Kate was thinking furiously about how careless the others had been to let word get out.
"Well, I'm not pregnant, so why would I need to write in some diary?" Kate questioned.
"Sometimes the past can catch up to us even on a deserted island." Claire gave Kate a knowing look, then smiled and grabbed Kate's hand. "Help me up, I need to pee."
Both girls giggled, Kate helped Claire up. "If you wait a minute, I'll walk back with you to the caves."
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So maybe everything was going okay, for a while. Just a moment in time, just an instant in the great length of history. Truly if you looked at it that way it was no time at all. Just here and then gone.
Kate had been out with Claire, talking about girly stuff, not what she usually did. But Claire had a way of drawing people into that sort of stuff, just having fun and forgetting they were on an island, with people who didn't really give a crap and tried to pretend they were your friends so they could get things from you.
Nope, Claire helped forget that for a little while. She helped Kate sort out a few things, too.
Like…
Guys are jerks. They have ya, they leave ya and on top of it all they talk about you as a conquest. Hmmm, maybe she had some personal feelings on the matter.
Jack was a jerk and that was all there was to it.
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The End
Told ya, just plain strange. Review if it tickles your fancy!
