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Chapter 3:
"Hey." I walked over to Boone and sat beside him.
"Hey."
"Have you heard about that marshal? How is he?" I asked him. He seemed to think of the best answer he could give me without upsetting me.
"He still has that piece of shrapnel in him, as far as I know. I haven't seen him wake up yet, but who knows? Maybe he's awake right now." I nodded. The warm island breeze blew my hair gently about my face as I sat there, looking at the ocean. "Hey, I'm gonna go check on Shannon. Will you be alright here, by yourself?"
"Yeah, don't worry. It's not like some bear's gonna jump out and eat me."
"You're right. But only 'cause I don't think bears usually live on islands." He responded. We both laughed as he walked away to find his sister. I continued to stare at the ocean. I had thought last night that maybe being on an island wasn't so bad. We could take care of ourselves. But it sure was easy to become bored. I suddenly heard arguing coming from the direction Boone had gone to find his sister.
"Shannon!" I heard him yell. I looked up to see Boone chasing after her. She was walking towards where Kate and Sayid stood, talking. Shannon was probably asking, or more like stating that she was going with them. Boone seemed to disagree. And I could only assume that Boone wouldn't let her go unless he was going too. They all began to walk in a general direction towards the jungle. My one hope was that they made it back alive.
The one difference from last night, as far as I could tell, it wasn't going to rain today. That was a good thing. I stood up, deciding to see if I could find my suitcase. Many other people's suitcases lay strewn across the beach, but I didn't see mine. It was probably thrown into the jungle just like I was when the plane had crashed.
That was when I thought, How is it that none of my bones were broken? I was thrown from an airplane from less than half a mile away from the beach. We had been at least over a thousand miles in the air. It just didn't add up. But I couldn't think about that right now. So I began my search again. As I looked across the entire beach, the sky began to grow darker and darker by the minute and stars popped up every now and then. Another thought came to mind: I would not be able to find my suitcase by myself.
I walked up to a man that I just saw sitting by himself. Maybe he could help. "Hi." I said as I sat down beside him. He looked up at me.
"Hey. You're, um…Mia, right? Mia Fisher, I think?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"I'm Ethan. Ethan Rom." He responded, holding out his hand for me to shake. I obliged and threw in a smile for good measure.
"Well, Ethan, it's nice to meet you. I was just wondering, do you think you could help me find my suitcase?" I asked him. I mentally crossed my fingers.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. I was gonna look for mine anyway." He smiled. We both stood up and began to search. "Have you looked all over the beach?"
"Yup." I replied. I must have sounded pretty defeated.
"Have you tried looking in the jungle?" I shook my head, no. "Why don't we look there now?" I nodded, deeming it a good enough idea. We walked in that direction, but before we actually entered the jungle, I hesitated. "What's wrong?"
"You know those noises we've been hearing lately? By the sounds of it, I bet it's pretty big." I confessed. Who wouldn't be scared of and invisible enemy that could really scare the hell out of you?
"You're gonna be fine. I'm here." He responded, pointing at himself.
"Fine."
And so we walked into the jungle.
A while later, we had made it to an area that seemed really familiar, but I couldn't remember why. Then it hit me. This was where I had woken up. With a bleeding leg, might I add. I could see the tall grass that surrounded the rough shape of where I had landed, the grass was flattened.
"This is where I must have landed. I woke up here." I said, repeating my thoughts out loud. He nodded his head. "Where could it be?" I said to myself.
We continued trekking through the jungle, with no result. But as I took one step further from where I stood, my spirits were lifted. I could see my suitcase peeking out from behind a tree.
"There it is!" I pointed at it excitedly. I ran towards it and kneeling down, I unzipped it. Inside was everything that I had packed, although it did look like it had been thrown around a bit. Nothing appeared to be missing so that was a good sign. I zipped it back up and picked it up, positioning it comfortably in my arms, I held it to my chest. "Have you found your suitcase yet?" I called. No response. "Ethan?" I turned around. He was nowhere to be found.
I turned around again. Where had he gone? "He was right beside me…" I said to myself. "Hello?" I called again. "Ethan, where are you?" I knew it was stupid to be calling out loud. Ethan could have been kidnapped and I would just be alerting the kidnapper to my location. Not smart. Maybe he would turn up later. I headed back towards the island. Then I realized it was dark. Really dark. And I had no idea of where I was exactly or how I was going to get back. We had been walking in one direction, so I should probably just go back the way I had come. If only I knew where that was.
I decided I would go in the direction right in front of me. If that wasn't the right way, well, I would find it eventually. It became so dark that I could barely see in front of me, other than dark shadows of the trees that surrounded me. I didn't even realize how scared I felt at that moment. And then I could hear it. It didn't seem far from where I stood, frozen in fear. The monster was back. The clicking, roaring, growling sounds broke through the silence that had surrounded me as well. But it didn't sound like it was moving anywhere, it didn't move here or there. I wasn't sure, but I had a feeling that if I moved, it might attack me. It just might.
"Who's there?" I tried to call over the noise but I was left hanging. My eyes were wide open in fear. Then I thought: what if it wasn't a person? It certainly didn't sound human. I couldn't move. I inhaled and exhaled slowly; I was going to make it out alive.
Suddenly, the sounds seemed to just fade away. I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I had been holding and took a shaky step forward. And then another. And then I broke into a run. I had made my way close enough to hear the waves crashing onto the beach. I broke through the jungle and onto the beach, dropping my suit case, and collapsing on the spot. I was so tired.
"Hey, I found her!" I lifted my head up high enough to see several people running towards me. I didn't know what was going and I was too tired to care. Without waiting for them to reach me, my eyes shut immediately and I passed out.
LOST
I woke up and felt a lukewarm cloth on my forehead. My eyes fluttered open and the blurry figure of Jack standing over me took shape. I was lying in a tent, one that I didn't recognize and I could see the sun shining through the flaps. I tried to sit up but he told me to lie back down and so I did.
"Wha—what happened?" I tried to sit up again, but he placed a hand on my shoulder to hold me back.
"You were missing for the whole rest of the day. We were searching for you and you passed out before any of us got to you." He paused, taking a good look to make sure I looked okay. I felt fine, a little dizzy and light-headed, but other than that, I felt fine. "Are you all right?" I nodded. "You probably passed out from dehydration. Heat exhaustion." I nodded in agreement. That sounded about right. I hadn't really consumed any water as far as I could remember. Jack held a bottle of water up to my lips and I graciously accepted it, taking the bottle into my hands.
"Thanks." I said, handing back the bottle. "I feel fine. I don't need to lie down here."
"No. You should—"
"I'm fine." I stated. He gave up trying to convince me. It was silent in the tent for a while.
"What happened? In the jungle?" He sat there looking at me like he expected me to faint. I bet that was what usually happened with his patients. But I wasn't just his usual patient.
"What do you mean?"
"You came running out of the jungle like you were trying to get away from something. Or someone." He looked at me, waiting for a response.
"Well, um…I asked Ethan if he could help me find my suitcase. We both went into the jungle and I found mine, but he just disappeared. I don't know what happened to him." I stopped for a moment, looking up at him to see whether if he believed me or not.
"Who's Ethan?"
"Another one of the survivors."
"There's so many of them, I lose track. There's around 50 survivors." He deduced. I nodded, understanding what he meant. Fortunately, the dizziness and lightheadedness seemed to subside.
"I feel much better." I said, looking up again. He looked like he was satisfied with my answer. I was glad that I was able to avoid having to give him my whole account. I didn't really feel like doing that. He handed me the water bottle and told me to drink some of the water every other hour.
"The amount of ten glasses of water should do the trick," He said. Nodding, I slowly stood up but I stopped. I looked at the marshal that had been lying unconscious next to me.
"How is he?" I asked.
"He seems to be doing all right. He is in pain, though."
"Poor guy. Well, I hope you fix him." I said as I turned around and walked away from the tent. I noticed there was a group of people standing around Sayid, listening to him speaking. I walked over to join the group and listen to him as well.
"As you and the others know, we hiked up the mountain in an attempt to help the rescue team locate us. The transceiver failed to pick up a signal. We weren't able to send out a call for help." He paused for a moment. "But we're not giving up. If we gather electronic equipment—your cell phones, laptops, I can boost the signal, and we can try again. But that may take some time. So for now, we should begin rationing our remaining food. If it rains, we should set up tarps to collect water. I need to organize three separate groups. Each group should have a leader. One group for water, I'll organize that. Who's going to organize electronics?"
Everyone was looking at everyone and Sayid continued to talk about what we were going to do from now on until we were rescued. It seemed like a good enough plan, considering we didn't really have any other options.
After a while, we all dispersed, going our separate ways to do something, anything productive. Jack went inside the plane, probably searching for any kind of medicine, like antibiotics to help the marshal. Soon after, I saw Sawyer walk out, carrying a bag filled with who knows what. He must have realized someone was watching him and he looked up, giving me another one of his famous cocky grins. I hurriedly looked away. He was probably laughing at my humility of being caught staring at him. I could only imagine the thoughts that were going through his head right then.
I could hear thunder crackle in the distance and as rain began to come down on us, people were trying to save everything from Mother Nature. They began to put the tarps up over everywhere. I even saw someone putting a tarp over my tent. I walked over to my tent and approached the man that was doing so.
"Thank you." I called to him. He had finished putting the tarp on, secured it, and turned around.
"You're welcome." He yelled over the loud thunderstorm. I motioned my hand inside the tent, asking if he wanted to come inside. He nodded. We both ducked under the tarp and sat across from each other, shivering from the cold blast of the rain water pouring down on us. I could hear the rain drops pounding on the tarp above my head. My hair was plastered to my face, my clothes were soaked through, and my teeth kept chattering.
"Isn't it kinda weird how the weather here is on and off again all the time?" I asked. He nodded, his shivering making it hard for me to distinguish the motion, but I saw it. "I'm Mia."
"Scott."
"Nice meeting you, Scott." We shook hands and continued to sit there shivering. Droplets of rain dripped from my hair to the floor of my tent. All of the tents were the same, held up by large branches that were secured deep in the sand, covered with plastic-feeling blue tarps. They must have been from the plane, I presumed.
And just as soon as the rain had started, it stopped.
"Crazy, right?"
"Yeah."
As usual, everyone stepped out from under their shelters and we all went back to doing what we had been doing before the storm. And then I heard him. Moaning and groaning in pain. We all knew he was was just sad that his suffering had to be dragged out this long. Day turned into night and some people had settled down to go to sleep. But how could any one sleep when a man right at Death's door was in suffering, screaming through the night. Everyone kept glancing at the tent he was in, like they pitied him. I guess I sort of did, too.
I was confused when I saw Kate walk out of the tent. There was just…this look on her face. Or lack thereof. Her face was expressionless. And then a gunshot rang through the whole beach. I jumped and everyone's eyes flew to the tent. Next to walk out was Sawyer holding an unidentifiable black object. But I knew that in his hand was a gun. The feeling of horror swept through me, engulfing me almost completely.
"What did you do?" Jack called. I think everyone heard this conversation because every single person was silent.
"What you couldn't." I barely heard Sawyer, but I understood. They must have been debating this for a while. He continued to talk and then I heard something that plunged me even deeper in a sea of horror. The marshal began coughing, gasping for breath.
"Oh, no way." I heard Hurley say. The two of them, Sawyer and Jack, rushed into the tent.
"Get out!" Jack yelled from inside. He sounded very angry. Sawyer came out and began attempting at lighting a cigarette with no success.
"Damn it!" He flung the cigarette to the ground in anger. Moments later, the gurgling noises that came from the marshal's throat stopped and Jack walked out, defeated.
I had fallen asleep with nightmares filled with blood and gunshots. But another thing came to mind. The monster. No one had actually seen it, but in my dream, there it was. Inches away from my face. It looked like a large swirling black cloud that just hovered in place. I tried to move but my legs were immobile. I stood there frozen, just waiting for the thing to come at me. But he didn't.
Wait, did I just think of the monster as a he? I had. But this monster had no human qualities whatsoever. I just somehow knew it. It was this feeling inside me. Suddenly, I fell down, but my legs still wouldn't move. He moved even closer, yet again inches away. I tried to control my breathing.
"Hello. Wh—who are you?" I don't know what I expected. He remained silent and hovering. I could feel my legs again and I had enough courage to stand up. I stood tall and faced him. But then he sort of…floated away in the direction of the jungle. I had the feeling that I should follow him. And so I did. I ran to keep up with him until we somehow made it very deep into the jungle in a matter of seconds. I took one step forward, but I faltered. Instead of him, the smoke monster, there stood another figure. Realization hit me so hard as I realized it was her.
But that couldn't be. She was dead. I had been the one to go identify her body. And it had been her. But there she stood, alive as I was and and all of the other survivors. My mind couldn't comprehend it. I ran toward her, calling out her name, "Annie!" When I reached her, she only stood there, looking at me. No trace of a happy smile to see me again. I stopped short. "Annie?"
She stared at me, or more like through me, off into the distance. "It will begin soon."
"What? What will begin soon? Annie, what the hell are you talking about?"
"It will begin soon. You have yet to witness it." She added to her first response.
"Witness what? Annie. Look at me. What are you talking about?" I shook her shoulders
"Goodbye, Mia." She said simply. She finally looked at me when she said this.
"Wha—" I didn't finish because a bullet pierced her chest. She began to gasp and cough for breath, clutching her chest as she collapsed to the ground.
"Can't…breath…" Horrified, I looked behind her to see a man standing there, holding a gun. It was Sawyer.
"I'm sorry." He said. Confused, I watched as he lifted the gun and pointed it at me. Then he pulled the trigger and I screamed. A white light flashed before my eyes and for a second I actually felt the pain.
And that's when I woke up, screaming. I felt for my face but I didn't feel any blood. Only sweat. My shirt was soaked. I heard noises from outside my tent and so I quickly grabbed the first thing my hand felt. I didn't know what it was. I stepped out of my tent and when I saw a dark figure I tackled it.
"Ow, hey!" I heard a man call out. I was about to raise the object in my hand, when I heard his Southern drawl. I quickly got off of him and stood up, flustered. "What the hell are you screamin' about?" Sawyer asked.
"N-nothing. It was just a nightmare. I'm fine."
"Yeah, it sure sounded like it when you were screaming bloody murder. And why do you have a flashlight?" He pointed at the object in my hand that I realized was a flashlight. And it wasn't very big, so it probably wouldn't have done much damage.
"What the hell is going on?" Jack ran up panting.
"I already said it was just a nightmare. Nothing else. There's no killer or anything." As far as I know. I thought. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Go back to sleep." I motioned forward with my hand.
"Should she move closer to camp just to be safe?" Hurley asked Jack. I felt kind of weird, they were talking like I wasn't there.
"That sounds like a good idea." He responded. "Are you sure nothing really happened?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
After we had moved my tent, with much struggling, closer to the camp, I guess I felt a little better about the situation. Although, it was kind of embarrassing to have woken up the entire camp just because of some stupid and ridiculous nightmare I had had.
It's not stupid. It's real. Listen to the warning.
I had heard the voice in my head. I turned my head back and forth to make sure that anyone might have said, but they had all gone back to sleep. I couldn't be thinking of anymore scary things. They would have to wait until tomorrow.
Fortunately, I fell into a peaceful and dreamless sleep that night.
So, what's up with the freaky dream? And who could Annie be? Review with any suggestions, questions, or even theories about this chapter. I hope you enjoyed this one. Well, until next time! :)
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