Chapter two

First Meeting

I woke with my face baked into the sand. My clothes were dry and also covered in sand. The sun was already blazing down on us already. I dragged myself up trying to get my bearings of where I was, but obviously I didn't no. I looked around; most people were already up or didn't sleep at all last night because of what we heard and saw. But that's just it, what did we see? We saw a thing chasing down tress at a terrible force. What could do that? The noise we heard was something we had never heard before and was beyond description. So one word came to everyone's head of what it could be. That word was monster.

"Looks like you're the last one up," the blonde pregnant women smiled with her Australian accent. I didn't reply. I just smiled and gazed. "Sorry, I'm Claire" she smiled one again. "Can I sit down? I get out of breath easy"

"Sure" I said finally. Claire seemed so nice. But for some reason she seemed to be travelling alone. Is she going to be a single mother? "I'm Jasmine," I said while tying my long hair up. I noticed she had a necklace on. It had a Chinese symbol on it, I recognised the symbol. "I like your necklace. It means love doesn't it?" I asked friendly.

"Yeah, it does. Not many people no that. Have you got one?" I felted into my jeans pocket. There it was, it wasn't the same. But similar. It's funny what you keep in your pockets. I rubbed it, and then took it out and showed her. "So who bought it for you?" I looked at her blankly. "Well someone special must of bought it for you because it means love" she was right.

"I don't actually no," I said with a lot of facial expression. Who did buy this for me? As she said, they must have been special. "They why I keep it in my pocket." I said putting it back. "I wanna no who loves me"

"Oh okay then" she said facing me. There was a silence. You could hear the conversation of everyone else.

"So how is your baby?" That's the best question I could think of.

"To be honest, it hasn't kicked from since, you no the crash yesterday" I couldn't believe how calm she sounded. But she sounded worried deep down. "But I have got hope"

"Hope is good," I said nodding. "It must be tough. Don't worry though. You should go and see Jack. He is a doctor." I said encouraging her to get Jack to check the baby.

"I might. But I'm sure he is busy. Jacks your brother right?" I was shocked how anyone could think that Jack and me were related? She was the only one who thought that or was she?

"No, wrong" I laughed " Jack is just a really really good friend" I added because that's what he was. I sat still shocked at the thought. Claire got up and said goodbye. She slowly walked away to the wreckage.

Jasmine Flashback

I rushed up the two flights of stairs that led me to my apartment. I could feel the terror run up my veins. When I reached my door from the never-ending stairs, I had to fiddle with the key to get it in the lock. When I finally got in I slammed the door shut so everyone could hear miles away. I dropped my handbag that contained my life and quickly turned to check the door was double bolted with the chain across. I flung my back against the door and slowly slid down crying. I buried my head into my hands and untied my hair to cover my face. I sat on the wooden floor; with hardly any light around and started thinking what I was going to do. I didn't no though. Suddenly my phone starting ringing in the typical nokia tune, I pressed end call because it was a number unknown. I jumped when I realised this. I got up to shield the world away by closing the curtains. I picked up the house phone, to phone the one person I truly trusted, Jack. I slouched onto my bed and quickly dialled the number.

"Jack" I said just as the ringing had stopped and he hadn't even had a chance to speak. "I need your help," I whispered, but I don't think he heard.

"Hey, Jasmine. Why you ringing this early" he said trying to be cheery even though it was early in the morning.

"Jack, I need your help," I said calmly. "I need to go to America" I paused for a breath and waited for his reaction. I could feel my heart pounding. "I need to stay with you"

"Jasmine I don't understand. When? Why? Calm down" he continued, "What's the matter? You sound like your crying. Maybe I can sort it?"

"No Jack, no. The only thing you can do is let me stay" My heart was still racing, waiting for the answer.

"Yes you can, but I need to no when" My heart stopped racing. I was relieved. I new that Jack had always been a great friend, but this was something else.

"I'll ring you" I said pressing end call. I looked around at the newly decorated outer city apartment that I would no longer need.

End Flashback

I managed to struggle up myself. I needed to do so many things and finding Jack was top of my list. I could see him in the distance sitting alone.

"Hey" I said standing next to him. I saw his torn suit, which was the opposite of the real Jack as he was normally well dressed.

"Jasmine. Kate and I are going on a trip." He began to explain. When he said this he looked into the woods, where the monster roamed.

"Who is Kate?" I asked butting in. Though I think I knew that she was the innocent woman sitting next to Jack last night.

"The woman I was sitting next to last night" I nodded like I was approving their relationship. "Basically, we're hiking into the woods to find the cockpit, to find the transceiver, to send out a signal."

"To help us get rescued" I finished. "You certainly don't beat around the bush do you Jack" I smiled. "I understand, but what about that creature out there? We all saw it. You must be crazy to go out there"

"We're no safer here than we are out there Jasmine." He paused. "I'll see you when I get back" he spoke. He got up and went.

"Bye Jack" I whispered loud enough for him to hear. But I still had so many questions to ask him. Why him? Why couldn't someone else go? I watched the three of them Jack, Kate and the scruffy looking man disappear into the painting of the trees.

I saw a pile of suitcases on top of one another situated right near the crash. My boring grey suitcase was luckily on top. But the label, which came with it, was defiantly right, "Cannot get broken". I pushed it along the grains of sand to find a quite space and then sat down and opened it. I had another suitcase to find yet though. I had all my clothes neatly folded and ready to be worn; which would soon get dirty here in this one. Inside my other suitcase there were memories good times and bad, which were all ready to be explored again.

I moved closer to the group yet again, but this time because it was raining. I still had my suitcase with me at all times. It wasn't just a spot of rain; it was a downpour soaking everyone. It never rains, but it pours, I thought. I stood under the shelter with Claire and a few others. Suddenly we heard that thing. It was with Jack. The so-called monster was tearing all the trees down in front of our very eyes, and we couldn't do anything about it. Was Jack in its path? I now had noticed everyone was under cover. Everyone accepted the bald man that was. He had his hands out like he was enjoying the rain.

The next thing I new it was morning and I were still unsure of Jacks safety. I could hear corruption going on somewhere close. Was Jack back? I reached up for my square cut fashionable glasses but only to be disappointed, as it was only a fight that was going on. It was between the smoking, intense blue-eyed man and the Arab man; I could hear what they were saying even though I was still a distance away. The smoking man was explaining harshly how he thought the other guy that blow up the plane. He was being critical and ridiculous, how could anyone assume something like that just at a first glace? The fight was getting nastier and more vicious so I walked closer thinking there might be something I could do to help stop it. I saw Jack, he was back, alive, words or actions couldn't possible explain how I felt, so weirdly I just stood, I didn't go ask if he was all right. Maybe this was because the fight was still going on, by this time Jack that pulled back the smoking guy and someone else the other guy. But even that didn't stop them, still the words flowed out of their mouth and words hurt more than actions.

"Stop" Kate suddenly yelled. Also words mean more than actions it seemed because they stopped straight away. Kate clarified that they had found the transceiver and that there was hope. But it was broken the Arab guy could help though. The smoking guy gave one more petty insult. But then saw more as I had been pushed right to the front. He didn't carried on the argument, he just froze staring painfully at me right in the eye, both of eyes getting deeper and more powerful into one other. I carried on looking back because I was fascinated at how struck he was to see me, everyone had try to stop him, but it was only me who was able to and I wasn't even using words nor actions. He was making me uncomfortable, but I didn't stop, though Jack was joining in. Jack was staring at the smoking guy, but in a different way to me, he was staring in a knowing way.

The guy shrugged Jack off easily. But continued to look at me in a deep way, he finally grunted and walked away. I was struck by these moments that had just past, I still didn't go up to Jack and ask him about what had gone on while he was out there, even though now everyone was walking away. But I didn't need to ask him, Kate had already explained. So I watched the guy who smoked, after a while I followed him through the sand, but only when he had sat down and had started to read his book. I thought he hadn't noticed me, but he had. He did the stare out of the corner of his eye. I looked around him to find, all of his belongings. He had more than most. It was too much for it all to be his. His side of the beach seemed hotter than the one I was staying on. He was sitting on an aeroplane seat which I'm sure someone like Claire would find much more useful.

"Howdy Jasmine, I was starting to wonder when you were gonna pop by" he said in his southern voice before I had a chance. "I always new we were gonna meet again sometime soon. But on a plane crash?" he smiled waiting for some sort of reply. But I didn't understand, was he playing some sort of game? "So, what's new?"

"I'm sorry," I said sympathetically "I think you have the wrong person. I don't know who you are," I said truthfully. I would remember someone as bold as him.

"I new you were gonna be a little awkward, but ignoring me completely" he sighed. "Baby, we have history," he said like he wanted me to remember. Like me not knowing him, was killing him inside.

"I'm sorry" I shrugged. "I seriously don't know" My voice faded much like his smile. In the back of my head he did seem vaguely familiar. I eyes looked like he had lost something he loved, but I couldn't bring myself to remember him.

"Look Jas. I didn't say anything before because Jack was there and I didn't want another fight, I no how much you hate them. I saw that you had front row tickets, so I stopped."

"I am really sorry," I repeated myself. This time he seemed angry. I started to turn because I was getting scared. Except he stopped me.

"Your Jasmine Jones." He said grabbing my hand roughly and once again looking me in the eye. I nodded because he was right. "But some people call you JJ" We both echoed onto of each other. "I never liked that, personally" I said letting on of me. I felt like I had a lump in my throat. I felt horrible, what if I did no this guy and he had escaped my memory. Somewhere deep down, I new I had met him or had been linked to him somehow.

"What's your name" I asked nervously because maybe should no. When I came out with that line it was like his jaw was going to hit the floor.

"Sawyer" he said with hidden emotion. I thought about it, but I had never heard of the name before. "You should no that" This time I did walk away. I was still in mystery, but this time intrigued from the first glance Sawyer looked as if he was the guy you love to hate, but maybe he was more than that?