"As long as you don't run at them with sharp things I think you'll be fine Kitty," Sawyer said getting up. He was a little more than halfway out the door when the girl got up; he was still holding the curtain up so she was right in the middle of the doorway and when he turned around they were alarming close.
"Where will you be?" she asked timidly taking a step backward.
"Out, and try and find yourself something to eat, you might be getting room from me but there's no way in hell you're getting board," and with that Sawyer left, the curtain closed and once again Kitty was alone in the dark.
I'll obey him and go outside she thought, it's the least I can do. But he can't make me eat.
Kitty looked around her, there was a relatively small pile of books near where she had laid her head the night before and off to the left was suitcase after suitcase piled on top of one another holding clothes and a number of toiletries which she had seen as he rummaged through them all in a fit of rage trying to find clothes for her. Being the light weight that she was during the obesity epidemic in America it had been harder than either of them thought it would be.
The girl stepped out from the shelter of Sawyer's dwelling, the beach was gorgeous but she didn't think anyone else knew that. Perhaps under different circumstances they would have seen it, but as long as they saw this place as a curse on them they would never see its beauty. She looked at the people she had already labeled as ignorant as she turned around to face the inward part of the island. A multitude of anonymous life forms wandered around going about their business. And too Kitty's great relief no one seemed to have the free time to look over at her, until one Middle Eastern looking man pointed her out to a blonde who was sitting oddly close to him, after that, one by one the people turned to her. Some of them glanced quickly and went back to their business and still others (the ones Kitty disliked the most) continued to look at her with long stares. As if waiting for her to do something to entertain them.
I'm not your damn clown Kitty thought angrily as she walked up the beach and into tropical jungle it surrounded. In her sudden fit of anger she started walking along the lines of the trees. But always close enough so that she could peek through the nearest branches and leaves at the people on the beach, studying their behavior, memorizing their appearance. It had to have been at least an hour later when Kitty came to her senses and started to head back-
What the hell do I care if they stare?
when she heard the shrill cry of an infant.
Holy hell…a baby?
She turned around and followed the cries until she came to a little clearing where a blonde woman sat cooing her baby, trying desperately to silence it. When the blonde woman looked up at Kitty she said apologetically, "I'll get him stop soon. I promise."
"I'm not here to complain," Kitty said, the blonde woman had brilliant blue eyes.
The woman rocked her son, "Well if you were you wouldn't be the first."
"I, I should go. I didn't mean to bother you; I guess I was just… curious."
Claire motioned for her to sit down, "No, no you can stay. Please. You can keep me company."
Kitty looked the woman over; she had an amiable face and her baby, although still crying had dropped his volume considerably. She sat down. "Thank you."
"No problem. So what's your name?"
"Sawyer called me Kitty," the girl had been intent on leaving it at that, but when the woman looked at her as if expecting more language to come out of her mouth, "I don't remember my real one."
"I know how that goes," Claire had been intent on leaving it at that as well, but the girl was expecting more, "It's a long story. I'm probably not the one to tell you."
"Why not?" Kitty asked, "It's not like I have a parent to tell me what monsters are real and which aren't."
"You're living with Sawyer aren't you?" the baby had stopped crying and the woman with wild blue eyes was quietly rocking him back to sleep.
"If he had his way I wouldn't be."
"Well all I'm saying is that there are things on this island some of us don't want to remember."
Kitty looked at her inquisitively but said nothing and went back to studying the woman's baby.
"I'm Claire by the way," the woman said after a rather lengthy silence, "Do you remember… anything?"
Elsewhere-
"Doc!" Sawyer trotted into Jack's shelter, "I got a bone to pick with you."
"Look if she's bothering you that much we can take her in," Jack said jumping to conclusion.
"What?" Sawyer asked cocking an eyebrow, "No, that's not it's it. I wanna know what it was exactly that you did to here."
It was Jack's turn to be confused.
Sawyer resumed, "She's got cuts, up and down her arms. They're everywhere."
"And you think I did them?"
Sawyer gave him a look like, "Well duh buddy."
"She was out in the ocean for who knows how long. There are a number of things she could have rubbed up against, jagged rocks, sea urchin," –
"You're not hearin' me doc. They're small, precise, thin lines. Like a surgeon would make, and I thought to myself, 'well gee who's the only surgeon on the island.'"
"Show me."