Okay, I know. I took way too long to update. I'm sorry. I would hate myself too. I just had no inspiration. But It's a long chapter, and I hope you will like it.

I woke up on the beach with the water almost at my feet. I sat up and rubbed the sand out of my eyes. Sleeping in the sand was such a pain.

"She's awake! Hide!"

""What?" I mumbled, still not fully awake. I glanced around, and caught a flash of orange near the ground at the tree line.

"Brian!" I bellowed, instantly awake. I chased after the bright colors flashing through the jungle. I caught up to my brother quickly, and he spun around.

"What?" he asked, trying his best to look innocent.

"You found my suitcase and didn't tell me?"

"NO!" He exclaimed.

"Well then, mind explaining why you are wearing my shoes?"

He darted past me quickly, trying to make a break for it. I ran after him, hot on his heels. We sprinted out onto the beach, where he weaved through the groups of people to try and throw me off. I ignored them and raced on. Brian started to get tired and slow down, but I was still going strong. I smirked to myself; I had always been in better shape than him. I leapt forward and tackled him with a perfectly timed jump.

"Fine." He said, trying to get out from under me, "I'll give them to you."

I got off of him, and took the shoes he handed to me. I cracked a smile, carefully taking out the insoles inside. I dumped out the contents of the shoe, and looked down at the photos in my hand.

"I also have this," he said, pulling an old charm bracelet out of his pocket.

I gasped quietly as he fastened it around my wrist. I thought I had lost it forever.

"You're welcome!" He said with a grin, walking away.

"Thank you!" I called over my shoulder before sitting down to examine the photos.

The first picture was me, sopping wet, chasing Kyle around while our friends laughed.

"That yer boyfriend Smiley?"

"Was." I responded.

"Ah." He said, plopping down next to me. "What happened?"

"He died." I said simply, tired of the pity in people's eyes when I told them.

I turned to the next photo, chuckling quietly to myself when I saw which one it was. I was younger, and Brian had just turned eight. He was perched on my shoulders, hands up at his sides as if he was flying.

"Those were the best days." I said, sensing the tension. "How's your arm?"

"It would be better if ya kissed it." He said, pulling his signature grin.

I shoved him gently, giggling like a schoolgirl. Suddenly, I remembered that I hadn't taken my medicine this morning. "I need to do something," I told Sawyer, getting up and rushing to my tent. I started digging through my backpack, but the orange cylinder was nowhere to be seen. I started pulling all of my stuff out of my backpack. Finally, getting frustrated, I dumped all it out. I caught a glimpse of orange, which was quickly picked up by none other than James Ford.

"This watcha lookin' for sunshine?"

""Yeah" I said, crossing the tent and reaching for it, only to have it pulled away.

"Not so fast, Blondie. Whatcha need these for?"

" I am NOT Blonde, and I am not in the mood for your crap right now!"

"Easy tiger." He said, handing over the pills.

I took the cylinder and quickly popped it open, dumping it out onto my palm. Only one pill fell onto my palm. I glanced into the cylinder, only to find it empty. Crap. Looks like a visit to Jack was in order.

"What happens if you don't take the meds Smiley?"

"I don't know, but I can promise it will not be pretty." I responded. I strode out of the tent purposefully and scanned the beach for Jack. "How long have we been on the Island?"

"About two weeks" Sawyer responded. "Why?"

I thought back to all those long nights on the couch watching lost, and suddenly it hit me. Golf. I set off towards the general area that I remembered the golf course to be.

We made it up to the golf course, where Jack was about to swing at the ball.

"Hey Doc!" Sawyer called out.

"Sawyer! It can wait!" I whisper-yelled, jabbing him with my elbow.

"Ow" he whispered "I betcha can't make it!"

The men all started betting, and Shannon took the moment to walk over.

"You're the Britney Cruz?" She asked.

"The?" I asked, avoiding the question. "Was that really necessary?"

"Britney Cruz the model?"

"Yeah," I admitted, sensing that there was no way out of the conversation.

"No way!" Boone butted in.

"What's going on?" The annoying guy with the rash asked.

"Britney's a famous model!" Shannon announced proudly.

A crowd formed, and the questions were flying around. "Why didn't you tell us?" I looked at all the staring faces, turned around, and ran for my life. I saw a nice tree, and decided to climb up it. It worked for Kate, didn't it?

FLASHBACK_

"Congratulations! You have been selected to be one of Edge's newest models!" The lady chirped, grinning from ear to ear.

My heart swelled, and I jumped up from my seat, hugging her tightly. "Thank you so, so much!" I chirped back, unable to contain my excitement. As I walked out of the building, I pulled out my phone to call my dad.

"Hello?"

"I got in!" I squealed into the phone.

"Being a model has no honor. You stand and look pretty. It takes no skill or intelligence. You are such a disappointment" He snarled before hanging up.

END FLASHBACK_

I was pulled back into reality when I heard a voice call my name. I stood up, ready to climb higher.

"Britney!" The voice was getting closer, and it sounded like Claire. Or was it Kate. Damn it, a true fan would know that. "Britney!" No, it was definitely Claire. Shit, what was she doing out in the jungle so late? The sun was going down, and I was not close to the beach. With a sigh, I clambered down the tree.

"Claire?" I called out.

"Britney?"

I jogged over to where the voice was coming from. "Claire?" I called out, before running right into her. "What are you doing here?"

"I was worried about you" she responded.

"Well that's sweet hun but we need to get back. Now." My mind was racing. If the monster came right now, Claire would not be able to run, and I don't think I will be able to live with myself knowing that I was the cause of two people's deaths. We set off at a brisk walk, heading back in the direction Claire came from.

As we got closer to the beach, I started to recognize my surroundings. Glancing at Claire, I noticed her erratic breathing. "Hey lets slow down a bit yeah?" I asked.

Claire just nodded gratefully, trying to catch her breath. I cursed myself for being so inconsiderate. Wasn't exercise bad for the baby? And stress… And I was the cause of both.

I started to relax. We were about seven minutes away from the beach, which was full of people. People who could help us if necessary. People who would whisper and stare as soon as I stepped out there. Any calmness I had felt evaporated quickly into a feeling of dread.

Five minutes from safety, The silence was pierced by a loud roar.

Thank you so much for the people who reviewed over the summer. I love you. So, big cliffhanger. I'll try to update soon. please tell me what you think!

P.S. Don't hate me! I know this was like… 4 months late

And I suck I know