I sat with Boone for a few hours last night. And it gave me time to think of what was actually happening. Of the reality that has changed everybody's lives here. I wondered what would happen now that we're stuck on an island. Would we ever get rescued? Were we really stuck somewhere in the South Pacific? Or were we in the Bermuda Triangle? People always disappear when they go down there.
I was sitting at my tree leaning my back against it. I feel like, every time I'm alone here, I keep thinking about him; about Adam. My thoughts about him never go away. And I wish he were here with me right now. I wish I could talk to him, and tell him everything: Why I left, why I couldn't stay, and why I regret it so much. I took my Journal out, and started writing.
Dear Adam,
I'm so sorry I left. I wanted to tell you what happened, but I couldn't. I left because of you. For you. Because of your drugs. I grew up with it all, surrounding my head, my brain. And I didn't want to go threw that again; I couldn't. But now, I know you're clean. And I want to come back for you. I don't know what you're going through right now and I wish I were there to comfort you. But believe me, I regret it all. I didn't want to stay in Aussie, but I did it for you. I knew you would get clean for me. And I'm sure it's been hell but I'm glad you did it. While I was there, I was weak. I couldn't stand being away from you and I had to come back. I got stuck on Oceanic Flight 815 and…It crashed. I don't know what you've been seeing on the news but I hope you know that I'm all right. And I hope you're all right too. I really hope you're not going insane. We are all doing everything we can to get off this island. I hope to see you soon. I have Faith in you.
As I was writing, tears were sliding down my cheeks and fell on the page. I put my head back against the tree and quietly sobbed. I closed the journal and when I looked up, Sawyer was staring at me. He had a piece of paper in his hand and he looked sad…or pissed? He stared at me for a few more seconds, then my Journal, then turned around and minded his own business. I didn't know what that was all about so I shook it off.
I hadn't slept at all last night. I was up the whole time thinking and writing. When the sun came up and everyone was awake, I got up to go to the Camp but when I stood up, I almost fell back. I balanced myself on the tree and continued my walk. When I reached there, I saw the Korean man catching fish, and Jack and Kate packing some water bottles to go to the caves. I looked to my right and saw Charlie walking over.
"If you guys are done verbally copulating, we should get a move on." Charlie was saying. "The great white hunter is getting restless." Charlie said about Locke. I turned my head to look at him, and he was shaving with his knife. I walked closer to where they were and stopped by Charlie.
"Hey-whoa! Jaede you look like crap. Are you alright?" Charlie said. Jack quickly turned his head to look at me and was shocked to see how I looked.
"I'm fine. I didn't get much sleep last night. That's all." I said. Jack and Charlie looked at me worriedly but I ignored it.
"Ok. Are you coming with us to the caves?" Charlie asked. I remembered how I was the one who found them first and led Jack to it. But I kept my mouth shut.
"No. I think I'm going to stay here."
"OK. Let's do this." Jack said.
"Hey Charlie," Kate was saying as she was smiling. "Ask Jack about his tattoos."
"Oh. You guys have an inside joke." Charlie said annoyed. "How absolutely wonderful for you both." I laughed a little and watched them as they walked into the jungle.
Out of nowhere, I saw the Korean man running toward Michael and then jumped him. The Korean man punched him over and over again, and his son Walt was watching the whole thing. Walt tried making the man stop but he just pushed him to the ground. The waves were getting stronger and they were washing over Michael. Walt and the Korean woman were both yelling for the man to stop but he didn't listen. I ran over to them and told Walt to back up so he didn't get hurt. Nobody came over to stop The Korean man from punching Michael to death, so I started yelling for help. Nobody had the guts to come, until I saw Sayid and Sawyer running to the rescue. It was about time.
Sayid jumped on the Korean guy, forcing his arms behind his back, and Sawyer helped Michael up. Sayid and the Asian man struggled in the water for a moment, before Sawyer produced the Marshal's handcuffs and before you knew it, the Korean man was chained to the fuselage.
"What happened?" Sayid asked the Korean woman. She just stood there, not understanding. Sayid kept asking her over and over again but she wouldn't say anything. Then he started asking Michael. After a few times of that Michael started to look even more pissed.
"I'm getting tired of saying this. I was just walking the beach with my son, and all of a sudden, this dude is all up on me! I didn't do anything!" The Korean man yelled something and we all ignored it.
"He's telling the truth. I saw the whole thing." I said. Sayid ignored me and turned back to Michael.
"Surely there must be something you're not telling us."
"Surely? Where you from, man?" Michael asked Sayid.
"Iraq."
"OK. I don't know how it is in Iraq. But in the United States of America, where I'm from, Korean people don't like black people. Did you know that?" Sayid said no. The Korean man yelled something else.
"So maybe you ought to talk to him!" Michael yelled pointing at the man. The Korean lady said something and pointed to her wrist.
"The cuffs stay on!" Sayid yelled.
"A little louder Omar, and maybe then she'll understand you." Sawyer said sarcastically.
"Guys," Hurley was saying. "That Chinese dude is gonna get pretty crispy out here. How long are you gonna keep him tied down like that?" It was nice that someone actually cared.
"He tried to kill Michael. We all saw it!" I tried telling him again that I saw the whole thing and Michael was telling the truth, but he ignored me again. I lifted my arms up in disbelief and turned around. For some reason, everything looked like it was moving. I squeezed my eyes shut but when I opened them, everything was still the same.
"The cuffs stay on until we know why." I heard Sayid say but it sounded very echoed. And then he walked away. Everyone else started walking away too. I turned back around and started walking back to the tree. Sawyer was walking right behind me because his camp area was next to mine. My eyes were to the ground but when I looked up, I saw the tree but it looked like it was moving. I looked away from it and my feet and the ground started moving too.
I hadn't realized that I stopped walking until Sawyer stopped next to me and asked if I was all right. I couldn't answer him, which made him worry even more. I started looking around and everything was spinning. Things were getting cloudy and before I knew it, everything went black.
"What happened?"
"I don't know."
"Where's Jack?"
"Out in the caves."
"What are we gonna do?"
"I don't know!" I heard everything that was going on but for some reason, I couldn't open my eyes. From my guessing, it was Sawyer and Boone who were arguing with each other.
"Jack should be back soon, why don't you go see if he's here." Sawyer said, I'm sure just to get rid of Boone. But about 5 minutes later, Boone walked back in with I assume to be Jack.
"Is she breathing?" Jack asked.
"Yea." Sawyer replied. I felt Jacks hand on the pulse on my neck.
"What happened?" He asked Sawyer.
"I don't know. She was walking to that tree of hers and I was walking to mine, then all of a sudden, she stops walking. I asked her what was wrong but she didn't reply and then she just…fell. I caught her before she hit the ground so I'm sure she doesn't have a concussion but, I don't know what made her knocked out so deep."
"Well, she wasn't looking too well earlier when we were about to leave for the caves." I wasn't sure what Jack was doing but when he was done, I felt his shadow over me.
"Jaede. Jaede, wake up."
"Tried that Doc. It didn't work." Jack ignored Sawyer and tried waking me up again. I tried lifting my eyelids, but they felt so heavy. Jack put his hand on my forehead and felt my cheeks and continued trying to wake me up. For some reason, a headache started to form. Jack tried waking me up again and again, and all of a sudden, my eye's got lighter and I slowly lifted them to see Jack's face inches from mine. Jack pulled his head back from mine and had a small smile on his face.
"Sawyer hand me the water."
"Aye-aye captain." Sawyer rolled his eyes and grabbed a bottle from the bag that Jack brought. He handed Jack the bottle and Jack opened it up for me. I slowly sat up and took a few gulps from the bottle and felt it slowly go down throughout my body.
"Are you okay?" Jack asked me. I didn't really feel like talking and my headache was way to intense, so I just nodded.
"Are you forgetting anything? Does anything seem different to you?" I shook my head no.
"Well, you don't have amnesia. I think if you have some rest then you'll be fine." I hopped off the counter but stumbled a little. Jack grabbed my arm before I fell. He let go and I gave him a small smile.
"Do you know what happened?" Sawyer asked.
"I must've had too much to drink." I said sarcastically and walked out of the tent. Sawyer and Jack exchanged a few words and a few minutes later, Sawyer walked out with a smile on his face.
"Looks like the Doc just hired me to be your new body guard." I looked at him and looked away.
"So, once they go back to the caves, you goin with them?" I thought about it for a minute.
"Right now, my one and only priority is to get off this damn island."
"Looks like we're on the same side Bones. Maybe we could get to know each other a bit more." He said with a smirk on his face. I quietly laughed to myself.
Once we got to the tree, I thanked him and watched him walk away to wherever he was going. It was a long day, and even though I was passed out for a while, I was tired as hell. I took my big sweater that I've been using as a pillow for the past few days, and lied down and feel asleep.
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