Disclaimer: Sadly, I do NOT own the show "Lost". However, I do own my Original Character ( Kennedy White ), as well as her background, and her plot on the island.

Author's note: If you have noticed any differences in the chapters, it's because I am doing a bit of editing and short of refreshing this story. I like the plot I have and it's not going to have many changes to it. I just wanted to add in more detail and make it a little more interesting and get the story across easier. My writing skills have improved so much since I started this story so I wanted to go back and fix it a bit. Rated M for some language, violence, and sexual content in later chapters.

Everything was black, everything.

Oh my god, I'm dead. It's all over.

At first, I was afraid. I couldn't see anything. No heaven, no hell. Nothing. But then, I wasn't so afraid anymore. I was content, in fact. It was all over: the pain, the guilt, the tears, the nightmares. All of it, gone.

But then there was a voice. One I had heard so many times before in those unending bad dreams.

"Miss White, I'm sorry. There was nothing we could do." A man said. I couldn't see him, I could only hear the dread in his somber voice.

"No." I gasped. I couldn't bear to hear it one more time. "No."

"It's a terrible loss, I know. But I need you to remain calm."

"No!" I screamed as loud as I could. "No! No!"

I was screaming over the voice as it still tried to calm me, but I could hear it growing, merging into a different sound. I still tried to drowned it out, but it quickly became louder and louder. It sounded like a high-pitched screech or whistle combined with screaming. It was all one noise at first, but gradually turned into two separate ones.

Suddenly, I was thrown into consciousness, screaming as I awoke. Long, red strands of my hair dangled in front of my face. My head was throbbing with pain, the smell of smoke burned my nose, the whistling sound of a plane engine made my ears ring. I could see the ground underneath me, my body floating above it, held to my seat by the belt. I was hanging almost upside down in the plane's cabin, or what was left of it. Screams of passengers could be heard from outside the wreckage.

I quickly felt around at the seat belt holding me in. I tried to unbuckle myself, but it seemed to be jammed by my weight straining against it. I was stuck. Panic was all that I could feel. I doubt my mind could function well enough for any kind of thought process. My eyes wandered around, though I had no idea what I was searching for. Then, I caught a figure in the corner of my vision. One empty seat away from me was the middle-aged man, still strapped into his seat. Motionless. Dead. I suddenly found my voice.

"Help!" I screamed as loud as I could, in fear of ending up like the man beside me. "Please! Please, help me!"

No one came. Their own cries of terror were easily overpowering mine. I tried to undo the belt myself, but my nervous, frantic fingers couldn't do it. I was breathing so hard that my head was throbbing vigorously now. Tears blurred and burned my eyes.

"Somebody! Please! Help!" I shouted as loud as I could, praying that somebody - anybody - would hear me. The smell of smoke was so strong, the idea of burning to death found its way into my tornado of thoughts.

Through the tears, I was looking through a ripped out section of the cabin wall. The light of day was bright, but I could make out tiny flames, black smoke, and people scattering and running in the distance. I continued to cry for help, but they seemed too far away to hear. Maybe they were too afraid for their own lives.

There was a moment of silence, barely half a second, like you sense just before a very loud sound. Then, a deafening boom shook my seat.

Oh god, I'm dead!

That explosion was so close, I expected to be engulfed in flames within a matter of seconds if not immediately. I continued to scream for help, but I knew it was in vain. I waited to die, still crying at the top of my lungs.

The large whole in the cabin was just feet away from where I was hanging, and here I was trapped. Suddenly, someone appeared just outside. It was a man, staggering a bit. My heart nearly exploded from the overwhelming relief.

"Help!" I had never screamed so loud. Ever.

I caught the man's attention. He turned to look in the cabin, but he didn't make an attempt to come closer.

"Please, help me! I'm stuck!" I pleaded.

Please don't leave me here. Please!

Seconds passed by, the man looked around as if someone else might come by and he would only have to be concerned with himself. I watched, waiting for him to walk away. But the second I convinced myself that I was on my own, the man climbed into the wreckage of the cabin.

Oh my god, thank you!

I was so hysterical, I couldn't contain the word vomit that escaped from my lips.

"I'm stuck. The belt. It. Get me out. I'm. I can't breathe. Help me." I thought I was babbling words along those lines, or it might have just been hyperventilated sobs.

"Okay, okay. The belt." He too was in a panic. He was just tall enough for his hands to reach the belt. His hands worked, trying to release me to no avail.

"Please, hurry." I cried.

"Damn it! I'm trying!" The man growled back. He was scared and frustrated, and I wasn't helping. I couldn't help it.

"I'm going to. Burn to death. Hurry. Please. I'm going-" I couldn't catch enough air to speak.

"Hey! Look at me!" The man shouted, grabbing my arms.

I looked to his scruffy face, his bluish green eyes stared directly into mine. I tried to make an effort to focus on him while I continued to gasp for air.

"You're not gonna burn, okay? I'm gonna get you out, but the belt is jammed by your weight. You gotta lift yourself off it." I could barely get a grip on what he was saying, but I understood what he meant.

I grabbed the back of my seat, pulling myself up as best as I could. I also brought my legs up, I thought it could help.

"I almost got it."

Please, hurry.

Finally, the seat belt gave way and gravity pulled me down. My hero caught me in his arms, I wrapped mine around his neck for dear life.

"It's okay, I gotcha." His deep voiced whispered in my set me on my feet, took my hand, and quickly led me from the wreckage.

My shoeless feet sunk into what felt like sand as I walked. It wasn't until my eyes adjusted to the blinding light that I realized the plane had crashed onto a beach. People were running and screaming. A plane engine sat in the sand, still running.

If I am dead, this is hell.

I couldn't get a grip on anything anymore, I could only cry. There too many bodies lying on the beach to count, there was a girl standing amongst them screaming over and over. I didn't understand what had happened. My head felt as if it was splitting open. I realized that I had come to a dead stop, my rescuer was gone. I looked through the chaos of people, but I couldn't find him.

Another man in a blue shirt ran up to me just as fast as the other had left.

"Do you have a pen?" He asked urgently. A pen? What? Why . . .? All I could do was shake my head. He ran off to the next person he saw, asking the same question. It confused me. I thought for a second of why anyone would need a pen at a time like this.

Then, the sounds of cables snapping and metal bending shook me from my thoughts. I looked up to see one of the plane wings sitting upright. It was leaning, ready to fall. Underneath it was two people, one was a pregnant girl. My heart sank.

"Get her up! Get her out of there!" A man in a suit ran towards them screaming. He helped the pregnant girl to her feet and the three ran out of the wing's falling path just in time. The wing's impact caused a huge explosion, it blew me down into the sand. If that man hadn't pulled me out of my seat, I would have been in that explosion.

I laid there for a moment, unsure if the explosions were over. Finally, I decided to sit up. I was glad to see that I still had all my limbs attached. It took me a few seconds, but my wobbly legs managed to hold me up.A few minutes passed, the chaos seemed to die down. Still, people were panicking, searching for someone they knew, helping each other out of the debris. Some people were just walking, crying. Bodies remained were they had fallen on the beach. Death. It was one thing that I couldn't handle. Not after . . .

I walked away from the crash sight. I knew people probably still needed help, but I wasn't going to do them any good having a nervous breakdown. I started to look for the man who saved me. At the very least, I needed to thank him. As I walked, I felt the throbbing in my head worsen. I put my hand to my forehead, feeling a cut on the side. I pulled back a bloody palm. I hadn't realized I was bleeding, but it made me feel worse.

My legs were like jello, my body felt tingly. My vision was going black. I kept walking. Then, I couldn't walk anymore. I watched myself fall face-first into the sand.

I heard muffled sounds of people around me, talking to me and each other. I couldn't make out anything they said as I faded out of consciousness.

xXx

"You're going to a private school in Australia until this mess is done and over with." My mother said to me. I fell back onto the living room sofa, shocked by her words. Her thin face showing not an ounce of compassion.

"Mo-" I began.

"They take in girls with your . . . problem." She eyed me critically. I couldn't believe what she was saying to me, her own daughter. My teary eyes turned to my father for help, he turned away from me.

"I-I'm your daughter. Why are you doing this to me?" I asked desperately, tears now flowing from my green eyes.

"If you would have had more self-discipline, like Megan, you would not be in this mess. You knew the consequences of your actions, now you must live with them." My mother spoke as she stood up from the sofa across from me. She and my father left the room, leaving me alone with my pain. I looked down at my stomach that had a slight bump slowly emerging.

xXx

I woke up clutching my stomach, a few tears escaping. I found myself wrapped in a blanket, laying beside a fire. The sky was dark with stars dusting its canvas.

"How do you feel?" A man asked me, leaning close to me.

"I, uh, what happened?" I muttered.

"You must have hit your head in the crash. You had a concussion, but don't worry you're going to be okay." The man said softly, his hand on my shoulder. I looked into his green eyes lighting up by the flames. He seemed sincere.

"Where's . . . ?" I wanted to know where the man was who saved me, I didn't see him close by. I sat up, much too fast. A sharp pain hit my forehead and I winced. I reached up to where the pain was radiating and I felt the soft texture of a bandage.

"Hey, take it easy. Who are you looking for?" The man slowly pressed me back down.

"I was stuck in my seat. A man pulled me out before that big explosion happened." I explained, the memory still vivid. I still saw his eyes looking into mine, the panic I felt.

"Sounds like you were very lucky. What's your name?"

"Um, K-Kennedy. White." I had trouble thinking of my name, it made me a little embarrassed.

"Kennedy, I'm Jack." He gave me a hint of a comforting smile, I returned one weakly.

"And I'm Kate." A dark-haired woman added from the other side of Jack. "Glad to see you awake."

I nodded to her, feeling my head throb as I did so. I couldn't get that man out of my head. I had to find him.

I propped myself up on my elbow and looked around. There were several more fires set up around the beach, one was bigger than the rest. Survivors all huddled around them. There was no sign of the man who'd saved me. I felt so confused. Had someone not come for us? Surprisingly, that was the least of my concerns.

"Um, Jack?" My voice had a nervous, raspy sound.

"Yeah?" He looked to me, again with that same sincerity.

"I think I saw you with that pregnant girl. Is she okay?" I could hear the dread in my words, fearing anything but a positive reply.

"Yes. I checked on her earlier." Jack answered. He seemed so sure about it, but I was hesitant to believe him.

"How do you know?"

"I'm a doctor." He said simply, reassuring me with a smile.

"Oh." I felt as if I'd embarrassed myself, though I wasn't quite sure why.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound that came from the jungle. It was like an animal, but almost mechanical too. People gathered toward the tree line as a couple of palms tumbled and fell to the ground. Jack and Kate went. I followed them, but it took me a few seconds to find my balance. I froze as another tree fell.

"Did anybody see that?" The blonde, pregnant girl asked. Definitely, I said to myself.

"Yeah." A big, curly-haired guy answered her. As a few more of the trees came down, I started to feel sick. I was already terrified of the dark, something tearing down the trees in the jungle at night only made that fear worse. I stayed close behind Kate and Jack, feeling I'd be much safer with them.

"Terrific." A hooded man said sarcastically.