It's impossible, Kitty thought desperately, it's not fucking happening!
There, washed up on the beach, lay a relatively small boat. Broken pieces of its wood and frame lay scattered all around it. And around the debris stood the entire island, those who had moved to the caves migrated back and those on the beach rushed forward to the boat. Kitty ran down the beach, her hair in tangles from the night's sleep and still dressed an extremely oversized pajama set. She fought her way through the crowd to the center, pushing aside all multitudes of people she didn't know, but as she did so a woman toward the back shouted loudly, "Make way for the savior!" and about five people moved out of her way.
It had been happening all week. Random people running up to her and shaking her hand, saying "thank you" and "Thank God he sent a daughter!" and all sorts of strange things. She didn't understand at all, but no one would explain it to her. Or perhaps it was more that she would not ask anyone. The only people she talked to were Claire and Charlie who had been fairly busy with the baby lately and so she didn't want to bother them too much, and Sawyer, whom she was still feeling awkward around since playing Truth or Lie. She tried not to say anything at all around him.
Finally she found the center only to see the Middle Eastern man Charlie called Sajiid jump out of the boats slightly upturned doorway with a picture frame. He must have given some kind of secret signal, because Sawyer and Jack both walked up to him and studied the picture for a while. There was a small amount of dialogue before the three scattered and the bald man Claire called John emerged from the boat as well…
carrying a body.
Lifeless and limp but with no physical injuries it looked like.
Kitty struggled to restrain herself. Immediately there was an outbreak of murmuring amongst the crowd at the sight of the body. She looked around for Claire.
"It's horrible…." Claire sobbed hugging her baby closer to her chest once Kitty had found her.
Charlie put a comforting arm around her and whispered to the woman and the girl not to look. Claire put her head down immediately, but Kitty looked up and saw it. A huge bullet wound at the side of the head, blood crusted around it and into the boy's otherwise light brown hair.
Kitty's eyes watered to the point where everything was distorted, but she could see well enough to try and run back up to Sawyer and hers' little shelter. She tripped only once, but even then it was close enough to the dwelling to only raise herself up halfway and lean against the airplane's side of the shelter. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her forehead on her knees, hiding her face from everyone.
It wasn't long before Sawyer came trotting up the beach, the picture frame in his hands.
"Kitty?" he asked kindly seeing the position she was in. She felt him sit down beside her but she didn't look up, "Kitty we know it's your boat. See?"
She didn't look up so he put the picture in the crevice between her feet and her crotch, which was the only place her eyes could see in the slightest bit. He saw the tears drip onto the glass as she quietly sobbed.
Kitty looked into the eyes of the smiling couple. Her own violently green eyes staring back and her, and the warm deep blue of the dead and limp boy who lay next to the beached ship. It's not me, she tried to convince herself, it's not me.
"I know it's me," came her voice from inside her legs as she would still not look up.