002. Middles
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, but I'm certainly glad someone does.
Author's Note: Ana Lucia gets more interesting to me all the time. Part of my modified 100 fic challenge. I'm not sure it works, but it was an interesting character sketch all the same. Next time, I'm going to try to write something funny.
I'm in my mind, and I'm rewinding my memory to the beginning.
Before I shot her.
But I forget—that's not the beginning. I had already tortured an innocent man, already crashed on this island, already met Jack.
I had already killed.
Shooting her can't be the beginning.
It feels more like an end, but that can't be right because I'm still breathing, and I've seen enough deaths to know that only death ends anything. Every other kind of ending is false.
Even death might be temporary. Someday I'll find out, but today I'm still living in the middle somewhere.