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Chapter 21
Incagliato
"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time."
Kate headed through the dark jungle, not quite sure where she was or where she was going. Everything around her was silent, not even a cool breeze blowing like it normally did. The air was slightly cold, unusual for the tropical island. She noticed these differences, but just kept walking, not even heading back to camp.
Once again, some for seemed to be pulling her in the direction that she was supposed to be going. There was no movement around her, the dark things that she felt should be leading her long gone. Was she dreaming? She couldn't really tell. If she was, then it felt quite real. Her head and stomach were aching, and it really felt as if she were actually walking. Hours seemed to pass as she walked, the time going by quite quickly though. She had no idea where she was going, but at the same time, she felt that she would recognize the place as soon as she got there. It was as if she had traveled there before, though she knew that she hadn't. Sorta like déjà vu. Feeling tired, she tried to slow down, but she couldn't seem to. It was quite suddenly when something finally moved in the jungle, and Kate turned quickly to see what it was, though she saw absolutely nothing. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment and counted to five, chasing away her fear. She was fine. Alone and afraid maybe. But nothing was going to get her. She tried to convince herself that she was fine and would continue to be fine. There was another movement, a slight rattling behind a few tall bushes. It sounded as if whatever it was was slightly big, but it didn't seem to want to come out. Or maybe it was stuck in there. Kate eyed the bushes carefully, tilting her head to the side a bit. She felt as if she should keep on moving, but her curiosity was getting the best of her. Curiosity killed the cat. Curiosity killed cat. Curiosity killed Kate. Kate stepped forward a bit toward the bush, her hands shaking slightly. What if it was nothing? Just the wind? It wasn't windy. Just a bird? A bird wouldn't be that big. Jack? Maybe it was her friends. Maybe they were all really alive. She stepped forward even more. "Who's there?" she whispered nervously, shifting a bit uncomfortable. "Jack?" she asked hesitantly. Slowly, she reached her hand forward and moved some of the leaves on the bush. There was nothing there. It had to have just been the wind. There was not really many other explanations for what it could have been. Sighing in relief, Kate turned around, yelping when she came face to face with a blood covered Jack. "Jack." she whispered, breathing heavily. She stared at the blood in horror. "Are...Are you okay?" she asked. Dumb question. Of course he wasn't okay. He was covered in blood. She hesitantly reached forward to touch him, a bit startled when he pulled away from her. "Jack." she repeated. "What...What happened?" "Look what you did, Kate." Jack whispered in a cold voice. "Look at all the trouble you've caused." Kate stared at him with wide eyes, shaking her head. "But...But I didn't do anything." she told him, reaching out to touch him again. "Jack, what happened?" One of Jack's bloody hands grabbed Kate's arm, yanking her to him, not caring that he was getting his blood all over her. "Look what you did, Kate." he repeated. "Look at all the trouble you've caused. Stop running." "But...But I'm not running anymore." Kate told him, shaking her head. "I'm not. I swear. Just...Just come back to camp with me and let me fix you up." "Stop running, Kate." Jack told her, letting go of her. He began to back up into the bushes. "Stop running." "Jack!" Kate said, following him. "Stop it." she whispered. "You're scaring me." Jack shook his head. "Stop running." He backed into one of the bushes. Kate followed him, pushing away the leaves and branches on the bush, only to find no Jack.
Kate snapped awake, almost falling off the airline seats she was sleeping on. She quickly sat up, looking around her shelter. What had just happened? Her breathing rate began to slow and she leaned sideways against the back of the seat, trying to calm herself down. She shut her eyes for a moment and rubbed her sweat forehead, frowning when she felt something even more wet rubbing off of her hand and one her head. She pulled her hand back and opened her eyes, looking down at it, almost screaming at the blood.
Instead of screaming, she just felt sick. She looked down at the rest of her body, shocked to see herself covered in blood. She quickly jumped up and took her shirt and pants off, throwing them outside of her tent. Grabbing a bottle of water, she began to wash the blood off of herself, then looked to see where it was coming from, though she couldn't seem to find the source. She reached over and picked up the shirt she had been hugging, watching as the blood simply poured off of it. She tossed the shirt out with her other clothes and sat down, pulling her knees to her chest and rocking herself back and forth.
"I want Jack. I want Jack." She whispered over and over as if if she kept repeating it, he would just appear out of nowhere. "Jack." she whispered.
Swallowing hard, she reached over for the medicine again, opening the bottle. She swallowed a pill, not even bothering with water.
She couldn't do this. She wasn't sure if she could last like this. Tears filled her eyes and leaked down her pale cheeks. She needed out of this place. She couldn't stay here. She couldn't make it anymore days. "Please, Jack." she whispered, almost to herself. "Just come. Tom promised me that you would be safe." She slowly stopped rocking and reached over, grabbing some more clothes. She looked them over to make sure there was no blood on them, then slowly slipped them on. She was too afraid to even touch Jack's clothes, just incase they started to leak blood too.
She took a few deep breaths, then slowly pushed herself up onto her feet. She glanced down at Vincent to make sure he was still there, then slowly stepped outside of her tent, quickly stepping back in when she realized it was pouring down rain. "I guess were stuck in here." she muttered. "Though it might not be such a bad thing." She sat back down on the sandy floor and hugged her knees, resting her chin on top of them.
Reaching behind her, she slowly slid the gun out of her pockets, holding onto it tightly. It made her feel much more safe to simply just be holding the thing. "Think we might need this during the next few days?" she asked, looking down at Vincent. "I'm getting kinda hungry. How about you?"
Vincent yawned and looked up at her. He tilted his head to the side, then glanced around, before looking back up at her again.
Kate sighed, wishing she had something that would give her an actual answer. "I'm just going to take that as a yes." she said. She walked over to the food she'd gotten out of Sawyer's tent and looked at it. Her stomach was still a bit iffy, so she figured she'd be better off just eating something small. She picked up a piece of guava and then a knife she'd also taken. Using the knife, she split the guava into two equal parts, giving half to Vincent. She watched him eat for a moment, then took a bite from her own piece of fruit.
She ate slowly, just realizing how hungry she had really been, despite her stomach hurting her. Wiping a bit of juice off of her chin with her arm, she leaned back against a piece of metal that was helping to hold up her tent. Sighing inaudibly, she licked the juice off of her fingers, then tosses what she hadn't eaten outside. She began to rock back and forth a bit, just listening to the rain. It was sort of calming, though nothing could really calm her down all the way…except maybe Jack. Or even Sawyer. She needed someone. Just one of her friends would be wonderful. Tom had lied to her though. Her friends weren't going to come back.
Half bored, half feeling like she was simply going crazy, she began to sing softly to herself, just to try to occupy herself.
"Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come, please, I'm callin'
And oh, I scream for you
Hurry, I'm fallin'
I'm fallin'
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth savin' me
Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
All I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
Oh, I scream for you
Come, please, I'm callin'
And all I need from you
Hurry, I'm fallin'
I'm fallin'
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth savin' me
Hurry, I'm fallin'
And all I need is you
Come, please, I'm callin'
And, oh, I scream for you
Hurry, I'm fallin'
I'm fallin'
I'm fallin'
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth savin' me
Hurry, I'm fallin'
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth savin' me…"
Kate lied down on the sand, resting her head on her arms. Obviously, she wasn't worth saving. She found it unfair, but deep down, she knew it was fair. Out of all the things she had done, this was probably the only punishment that would be effective. Tear her from the ones she loved, just like she'd done to so many people. Leave her alone, sick, depressed, stranded, with no way of escape but death.
She began to doodle in the sand with her fingers, not even sure what she was doodling. She had never been good at art, so the only things she could actually draw were flowers and stick figures. Shaking her head, she rubbed her hands together to get the sand off, then stared at her tent flap. "I really am going crazy." she muttered, mainly to herself.