DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOST, nor do I own the lyrics. It's The Charlatans and the song is Blackened Blue Eyes...

I hope you like it! I'm not exactly sure how I feel about it yet...

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I walked up the sidewalk, dread building in my stomach about what was going to happen once I walked into the house. I knew what I was going to find. My dad drunk and probably laying on the floor because he can't drag himself up to his room and Griffin in his room with some girl. What a great family? I pulled my keys out of my purse and unlocked the front door, my legs automatically getting attacked by my cat. "Hey, Lovett. Where is everybody?" I cooed, picking her up and stroking her.

I walked into the living room and sure enough there was my dad. But he wasn't asleep, which was score one for him! "Hey!" he growled from his chair, scaring me and making Lovett jump. "You're late!" I stayed silent, not daring to even say one word. He got off of his chair and I flinched, lowering my blue eyes. "Why are you late?" he asked, bringing his face close to mine so that I could smell beer. "Why are you wet?"

"'Cause it's raining out!" I snapped, cocking my hip and automatically knowing that it was a bad idea. His hand reached forward and smacked my face with a crack. I reeled back and fell on the floor, tears welling in my eyes. I refused to cry in front of him though, that would just get him madder.

"Get upstairs, get your brother and then get out of my sight!" he screamed, pulling my up by my hair. I nodded silently, trying hard not to cry.

I scrambled up the stairs and knocked hard on Griffin's door. There was loud music playing and tears were running down my face. I just wanted out of this hell-hole but there was no way I could! Griffin opened the door half dressed and looked down at me. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked, looking me over and then, seeing my face, he walked out and shut the door behind him.

"D-Dad wants us," I stammered, wiping my tears off of my face. Griffin nodded and started down the stairs. "You n-need to p-put a shirt on f-first!" He rolled his eyes but went back into his room. I could hear muffled voices through the wall. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the floor, silently crying.

"Adain! Did you get him?" my dad yelled from downstairs, slurring his words together.

"Yes!" I said simply, banging my head on the wall. Why the hell was a fourteen-year-old stuck in a place like this? Maybe I could leave. Like my mum did. Then everyone would be happy.

"You're mumbling to yourself," Griffin hissed, walking out of his room and down the hall. He didn't even glance back at me. Thanks brother!

"Can I get some help?" I asked fiercely from where I was sitting. Griffin sighed heavily and turned around after standing there for five minutes. "Please?" He nodded and held his arms out. I grabbed on and was heaved up onto my feet. "Thanks," I muttered, brushing my jeans off.

"We should probably get down there. We don't want him to be even more mad at us than he already is," Griffin said quietly, walking down the hall faster than I could.

"I don't think that's possible," I muttered, following him down the stairs.

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I was scanning the sand feverishly now, just trying to find any sign that my big brother was still living and breathing! And then I found him! He was sitting dazed on the sand. I ran over to him, a big sloppy grin on my face and hugged him full force. "Ow! Adain! Get off of me!" he growled, pushing me away from him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I was worried about you," I whispered, sitting back on the sand and feeling tears well up again. Griffin scoffed and stood up, falling down almost immediately. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine! Just piss off!" he hissed, brushing himself off and hobbling down the beach and leaving me behind.

Against my better judgment I started to cry. Like really cry. I started to bawl with the heaving sobs and my nose dripping and tears making streaks on my battered face. But then I realized. What the hell is crying going to do on a godforsaken island? And yes, I did pull myself together right after that!

"Hey, Adain right?" asked a voice that I recognized from the bar in the airport. I scraped the tears from my eyes and looked up at him, trying to put a winning smile on my lips. "Are you okay? Here, let me look at your head."

"Do you know where my brother went? I need to hit him!" I asked, looking into his kind brown eyes. Jack laughed and shook his head. "Oh yeah, you don't know who my brother is."

"No. I don't," he smiled, taking something out of his back pocket. It was needle and thread. Shit.

"Um, I'm not good with needles. Especially when they're going in my head!" I winced, trying to get away from him.

"Yes, but if you don't get this stitched up then it's gonna get infected and then who knows where we're going to be?" Jack said doctorishly. I rolled my eyes and gritted my teeth, trying not to scream when the needle hit my skin. "There. We're all done. Now, was that so bad?"

"Yes," I said darkly, glaring at him. Jack put his hands up and then took me over to people that were trying to build a fire. "Sorry. Don't really feel like helping out today."

"If you don't help then you don't eat," Boone said simply, popping out of nowhere.

"Great. Two people that I don't even know are trying to get me to help. That is just wonderful!" I hissed, picking up a piece of wood and throwing it onto the fire angrily. I was sulking but I didn't care. My brother had just pissed me off and now I was forced to help people that I didn't even know. What the hell was this place?

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A/N: So, there it was. How was it? Tell me in review because that'll just make me feel good! Anyway, I like it, and this was just the prologue, so it'll just get better from there!