I am thirteen years old and I think LOST is an awesome show, I actually had a dream about this story and I thought it made a good story, so I decided to write it.

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Kate walked into the hatch and sighed, she walked over to the laundry room and dropped her armful of laundry, she began to stuff them into the washer when the 'beeping' sound went off, she looked around for someone to enter the code, but no one was there. She dropped the shirt in her hand and rushed over to the computer, she quickly entered in 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42, the timer reset itself and she headed back to the laundry room, but not before she heard something, a faint pounding sound.

Kate looked around the room again. "Hello? Is anyone in here?" she called, there was no reply, and she could no longer hear the sound. She shook her head, she was imaging things, she finished the load of laundry and began to fold them when she heard it again, a faint pounding, she left the clothes and walked into the living room. "Is someone here?" she called, trying not to show how scared she was.

The pounding sound stopped. Kate looked around the room confused. "Hello?" There was another pound. Kate walked over to the 'pantry' where the noise came a little louder, but still barely hearable. "Hello?" she called out again. She walked into the pantry and turned on the light.

There was another pound, Kate looked at the ground confused, but for the first time, she noticed a rug in the corner of the room. She walked over to it, and pulled it off, she gasped as she saw a trap door. There was another pound, it was defiantly coming from below. "Hello?" she called. "Can you hear me? Is anyone down there?"

"Help!" a very faint young voice cried. Kate's eyes widened, she looked around for some kind of a opening, but found none, she quickly found a knife and began to pry the door open, she lifted up the heavy door and looked down, it was pitch black.

"Hello?" Kate asked. Someone below started to cry. "Just a minute!" Kate shouted, she ran and grabbed a flashlight, she turned it on and shined it down into the small room, she saw a young girl, huddled in a corner with a blanket rapped around her. "Oh my god!" Kate muttered.

The girl began to cry harder. "Please help me!"

"Just a minute! I have to find a ladder!" Kate said. "Here! Take the flashlight!" she dropped it, but the girl didn't move, Kate ignored her and hurried out of the room, she ran into the living room, just then, Locke walked into the hatch.

"Hi Kate!" he said as he shut the door behind him. "Nice day,"

"Locke! Thank god! I need your help!" Kate said, she was sweating, she seemed to be out of breath.

"With what?" Locke asked as he took off his backpack.

"Umm, do-do you know where a ladder is?" she asked.

"Yeah," Locke said. "It's in the laundry room, why?"

Kate didn't answer him, she quickly ran into the laundry room as fast as she could, Locke was right behind her.

"Kate, Kate what's going on?" he asked.

"There's a girl, she's trapped in a cellar or something, in the pantry." Kate grabbed the ladder, and hurried towards the pantry.

"What?" Locke asked as he followed her.

"Grab another flashlight," Kate said. Locke took one out from his pocket. "See?" she said as she looked down at the trap door. Locke hurried over to it and shined his flashlight in it.

Locke scratched his head.

Kate started to lower the ladder into the room. "Hey, you still there?" Kate called down. There was no reply. Kate began to climb down the latter, she took the flashlight from the ground and shined it over to the girl, she was still huddled in the corner. "Kid?" Kate asked as she walked closer. "Are you okay?" Kate hurried to her side and lifted her up, she walked over to the ladder and slowly made her way to the top, which was very hard, carrying an extra eighty pounds.

"Here!" Locke said as he extended his arms to grab the girl. "I got her!" Kate let go of the girl and Locke pulled her up, Kate hurried to the top and sighed. "She has a fever." Locke said as he checked her forehead.

Kate nodded. "I'll find Jack," she said as she stood up.

"No, I'll get Jack," Locke said as he carried the girl into the bedroom and placed her on the bottom bunk. "You stay with her."

"Okay," Kate said.

Locke nodded and ran out of the room.

Kate looked down at the girl; her face was dirty, she lad long black curly hair that was a mess. Kate ran into the kitchen and got a wet wash cloth, she hurried back into the bedroom and began to wash the girl's face, she looked at the old dirty blanket wrapped around the girl's body, she gently removed it, the girl wore jeans that was caked in dried dirt, her white t-shirt was stained. Kate quickly pulled a clean blanket over her, she heard the hatch door open, she quickly turned to see Jack and Locke hurrying into the room.

Jack hurried to the young girls side, he felt her forehead and opened her eyes. He took off his jacket. "Kate, I need some water," he said. "And another blanket." He pulled up the stool that was in the corner of the room next to the bed.

Kate hurried out of the room.

Jack turned to Locke. "Locke, can you go get some fruit?" he asked.

"Yeah," Locke hurried out of the room.

Jack wiped the girl's face again, she shivered, Jack began to check for any broken bones, but found none, her knuckles were scraped and bruised up pretty badly though. Kate walked back into the room with a glass of water and a blanket, she handed Jack the water and spread the blanket over the small girl.

"Thank you Kate," he said as he lifted the girl's head up and tried to make her drink some water. "Come on," he muttered as the water slipped from her mouth down her chin. "Kate, what happened? Locke didn't tell me anything."

Kate looked from the girl to him, then began to explain what happened.

Jack looked down at the girl once Kate had finished the story. "How long was she down there?" he asked, more to himself then anyone.

Kate shrugged. "I don't know, why or how anyone would keep a little girl down there."

Jack wiped her forehead with the wet rag again. "She needs to drink," Jack said as he looked up at Kate, he remembered when Sawyer was hurt, Kate had made him drink when he couldn't.

Kate picked up the glass of water and sat down next to the girl, she lifted up the girl's head. "Hey, sweetie, you need to drink some water, okay?" she said in a smoothing voice. "Okay? Can you do that?" she lifted the water to the girl's lips and began to give her a drink.

Jack smiled and looked down, Kate had a way with people that he didn't.

"Hey!" Locke said as he came into the room carrying a couple pieces of fruit. "Here," he tossed a couple of them to Jack.

"Juice?" Kate asked.

"Yeah, we need some juice, but she also needs to eat," Jack said. "I'll go make some." He stood up.

"No, Jack stay, I'll make it," Locke said as he took the fruit back and walked out of the room.

"Thanks." Jack said as he sat down.

Just then, the girl's eyes fluttered open, she looked around curiously, almost afraid. "Jack," Kate said calmly. "She's awake."

Jack looked up at Kate and the girl. "Hey," he said as he scooted his stool closer to the bed. "How are you feeling?"

The girl looked from Kate to him not knowing what was going on. "Good," she said as she began to sit up, but fell right back down. "My head hurts," she muttered.

"I know," Jack said. "That's what you get when you don't eat or drink for a couple of days."

"It's not my fault… I didn't have any food or water left," she said as she rubbed her head. "Where's Patrick?" she asked.

Jack looked over at Kate. "Who?"

"The guy who runs this place." She murmured.

"I only know about Desmend." Jack said.

The girl yawned. "Oh."

"Who is he?" Kate asked.

"He, he's the one who put me down there." she said as her eyes closed, but she forced them to stay open.

"Why did he put you down there?" Jack asked.

"He thought I was an 'other' or something like that, I had no clue who an 'other' was, but he didn't believe me, he was scared of me, he said that 'my kind' took his friend." The girl said as she wiped her hair out of her face. "So he put me in there, away from him, I guess he didn't want to kill me, he gave me lots of food and water, and he said he would check on me, but he didn't…" she wiped away a tear, now her voice was full of hatred. "I yelled to him once, I wanted something, I don't remember what, but he got so mad that he hit me, he hit me really hard and told me NEVER to make a sound again, or he would kill me."

Kate was shocked, she turned to Jack and she knew he was as shocked as she was, what kind of person would ever do that? "How long were you down there?" Kate asked.

The girl took a deep breath. "Four years."

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So, what do you think? Should I continue? Or just give it up now, please let me know! Review!