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Charlie sat in a field of wild flowers that strached as far as the eye could see. It was mostly dottted with purple and yellow flowers, mixed amongst the lush green grass. The air was crisp and the breeze softly whizzed by. The sky was a light shade of blue, speckled with fluffy, white clouds. Charlie took a deep breath of the warm air. He felt at ease until he heard the soft patter of foot steps behind him. He quickly turned around. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. There, in a lonf silk white dress before him stood Claire Littleton.

"Claire," he whispered. Claire just stared at him with hate in her eyes. He had never seen such a cross and evil look on her face.

"Claire what's wrong," Charlie said, inching towards her?

Her hair was down and it swished in the breeze, across her face. She just stood there. Her eyes peirced right through Charlie.

"Why," she whispered?

Charlie stood right by Claire. He reached for her hand, but his hand went right through it. She didn't budge. She just stood there.

"Why," she said softly again?

"Why what Claire," Charlie asked?

"Why didn't you save me," she whispered? "Why didn't you protect our son, why did you let me die, why did you already forget about me...

"AHHHH", Charlie screamed, sitting up abprutly in the hotel bed. 'It was just a dream', he thought. He buried his face in his hands and laid back down. He sighed and dropped his hands to his side, looking at the clock. 7:36 it read. Charlie remembered that Thomas would be coming at 8. He rose out of bed and got into his clothes. He put on his best shirt and dress pants, for after Thomas came, he had Claire's funeral. Charlie shook Jacob awake and dressed him.

"Daddy when am I going to see you again," Jacob asked? Charlie stopped in his tracks and turned to the boy. He bent down and took his face in his hands.

"Soon Jakie, very soon," he said, more to himself than his son.

He took Jacob's hand and the went to wait in the lobby. Charlie sat down on a near by arm chair and placed Jacob on his lap. He bounced the child on his knee. Jacob giggled hysterically. Charlie felt as if he would burst into tears as he heard the boy laugh. God how he was going to miss it. A sudden voice spoke behind them.

"I'll be taking my son now."

Charlie stood up and stared coldly at Thomas. Thomas gave him the same look right back. Charlie bent down next to Jacob.

"I love you Jakie," Charlie said sadly. He held the child in an embrace. When he let go he looked into Jacob's eyes. "I want you to have something," Charlie said, reaching into his reaching over to his still broken and untreated wrist. He painfully pulled the watch of it.

"I cherished this since I was a kid and I want you to have it," Charlie said handing it to him.

"I love you daddy," Jacob bawled as he took the watch. Charlie hugged the child on last time, feeling hot tears build up in his eyes.

"Lets not wait for the grass to grow," Thomas rolled his eyes and took Jacob's hand. He stormed off. Jacob looked back with sad eyes at Charlie. He frowned and waved. Charlie waved back, feeling the tears stream down his face, as he watched his son disappear down the street forever.

Charlie stood there, looking down the street. He stared out with hollow eyes, tears spilling from them. After several minutes he sighed, and grabbed his suit jacket, off the armchair in the lobby. He put it around his shoulders, and strutted out the swinging doors. He looked up and down the street and saw a cab coming his way. Charlie waved his hand and the cab pulled up next to him. He climbed in and off he went, to Saint Martin De Porres Church. Thoughts flooded Charlie's head as he drove to the church. Claire, Jacob, Thomas, Liam...LIAM! Charlie had been so held up with everything that he forgot about Liam. His own brother. Charlie sighed and put his head against the cold glass of the window. He watched as the outside world flashed by him. Trees, homes, cars, and the ocean. When the cab stopped, Charlie paid the driver. and he sped off, leaving Charlie standing alone on the sidewalk. Before him was Saint Martin De Porres Church. It was tiny and painted white. A large Crucifix protruded from the roof. MAgnificent stained glass windows went all around the small chapel. Charlie walked up to the door and put his hand on the handle. He took a deep breathe and opened the door.

Inside there was a line up to the alter, probably where Claire's body lay in the coffin. He slowly walked out to the main part of the churuch and looked behind him. There was a gorgeous wooden balcony, where a childrens choir stood singing. The soft voices filled the melancholy chuch with a tiny bit of comfort. They were dressed in white and red robes, and had their music held in front of them. Each one looked like a soldier, standing up straight and looking incredibly serious. Charlie couldn't understand what they were singing, for they were singing in Latin. He turned away and went towards the line. As he got closer and closer, he could see Andrea, and what he was guessing Mr. and Mrs. Littleton, standing beside the coffin, weeping. He looked around and was surprised to see just about everybody from the island there. He saw Shannon holding baby Jillian. Kate standing alongside Jaack with Lilah, and everybody else too. Finally he made it to the front of the line. Inside the coffin was Claire's lifeless bodt. Her beatiful blue eyes had turned grey. Her hair was down covering her shoulders and she was wearing a white dress...the same white dress in Charlie's dream.

Charlie stood up and did the sign of the cross.

"There's not even a mark on her," a voice said from behind him. Charlie whipped around to see Mrs. Littleton there. She had short blonde hair to her chin and the same blue eyes.

"Please. Tell me. Tell me what happened to my daughter," Mrs. Littleton cried.

Charlie looked into her eyes.

"I honestly don't know," He said, his eyes letting tears stream down his cheeks.

Mrs. Littleton looked down over he daughters body and broke out into hysterics. Charlie tried to put his hand on her shoulder but she pushed it away, and went to stand with her family. Charlie watched Mr. Littleton put his arms around his greiving wife. He looked back down at Claire's body and took her hand.

"Good bye love," he sobbed, leaning down and placing a kiss on her cold forehead. One of his tears fell onto her lips. Charlie left it there. He wanted her to be buried with a peice of him, even if it only was a small, salty, tear. HE ran his fingers through her golden hair and then went to a pew. He sat there, crying silently to himself until the mass began. Charlie cried through basically the whole thing. He was relieved when it was over and they all prcessed out of the church.

"Are you going to the burial," a small voice asked?

Charlie saw Andrea stadning before him. Her face was bright red and tear-stained.

"I wish I could, but I don't have a way there," Charlie frowned.

"Come on, I'll drive you," she said.

Charlie reluctantly followed the young woman into her car. They drove along in the procession with the 'FUNERAL' sticker placed on the windsheild. It was a silent awkward car ride. When they finally reached the cemetary he nearly jumped out of the car.

"Thank you," he said, and then stood with the rest of the people, gathered around the freshly buried hole. The preist said his final words before the coffin. Charlie hated every bit of it. The cemetray wreaked of freshly turned dirt and death. The funeral ended with everyone paying their last respects by placing a flower on the coffin. Charlie sighed and went on his way, away from all the unfamiliar faces.

"You need a ride," Andrea said behind him.

"No I think I'm alright from here," he said, thanking her, but walking out of the cemetary. When he reached the outside, he breathed in the fresh air. He exhaled through his nose. He walked slowly to the corner of the busy street so he could get a cab. There was a group of men on the corner laughing and talking excitedly. Charlie rolled his eyes and turned towards the street about ready to wave down a cap when..

"CHARLIE," came an exctied voice! Charlie turned to see of all people...Liam!

"LIAM," Charlie cried hugging his brother. "How's Karen and Meghan." (AN: I decided to put an H in Meghan becasue thats my name and mine has an H.)

Liam laughed furiously. "I've been divorced Charlie man. As for the wife and kid, I haven't a clue where they are," Liam laughed.

Charlie furrowed his brows. It was no laughing matter, yet Liam though it was qutie funny. It didn't take long for Charlie to realize that Liam was using again. He acted like an idiot because he was high on heroin.

"Liam...your using aren't you," Charlie said angrily.

Liam laughed. He took a little baggy of brown powder out of his pocket and tossed it to Charlie. "Take it baby brother, it will make all your troubles go away," he laughed.

The words furiously went round and round in Charlie's head as he studied the baggy. "It will make all your troubles go away...it will make all your troubles go away...it will make all your troubles go away."

Reluctantly and ever so slowly Charlie opened the baggy.

"That's it baby brother," Liam smiled.

He took a pinch of the powder and put it on his finger. He slowly lifted it to his nose, and snorted it.

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