Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. I only own my character who's point of view this story is written in. Enjoy! :)

Prologue: The Crash

It seemed like a fairly normal day. Days always seem normal until something abnormal happens. That's just how it goes. I'd gotten onto the plane expecting to have a peaceful flight to my intended destination.

Actually, that's not completely true. I've never liked flying, and tend toward the side of hating it. Heights disturb me greatly, and ever since the whole issue of terrorists crashing planes, I've made a point of not setting foot in an airport or on a plane. For the second time, though, I had no choice. But that's a different story for another time.

I was nervous even just standing in the airport. By the time I boarded the plane, my hands were shaking and I was practically hyperventilating. The other passengers eyed me nervously and moved slightly away from me as I passed. Whatever. I finally located my seat and plopped myself down into it, relieved that if anyone else was supposed to sit in the seat next to mine, whoever it was seemed disinclined to do so. Lucky for me. Along with hating heights, I also suffer from mild claustrophobia. Yeah, yeah, yeah, call me a wimp. Go ahead.

After what seemed like hours of anticipation for the plane to finally start going and lift off the ground, we started to move. I felt my jaw lock, same as it always does when I freak out, and closed my eyes. When the plane finally stopped climbing and leveled out, I reached into my backpack and pulled out my MP3 player. I turned the volume up high enough to block out all other noise but not so far as to make me go deaf. Then I decided to people-watch.

It's fun, people-watching. I've always enjoyed it, and it takes a long time for it to get tiring. People change so much and there's so much to their actions and reactions that it's almost like watching a movie. I looked around at the other passengers and tried to decipher their moods. Some looked nervous, some looked bored and some even looked angry. I couldn't help but notice one cute guy with piercing eyes. He was sitting next to a blonde who I assumed must be his girlfriend.

Too bad, I thought idly. Except that he's kind of too old for me anyways.

I had continued observing in this manner for quite a while when all of the sudden the plane started shaking.

Crap.

"Turbulence," one of the passengers observed.

A man who seemed slightly distressed pushed past the passengers down the aisle towards the restroom at the back. The steward and stewardess followed him.

What's he doing? I wondered. He must be crazy.

The turbulence worsened and I started to worry.

It's going to be fine, we'll be fine, nothing's going to happen, don't be ridiculous! I scolded myself.

Ha. Not so much. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than I heard a huge screeching sound. I freaked.

I'm not quite sure what happened next. The sensation, yes. The actual occurrence, no. It reminded me of when my family had gotten into a car accident a couple years ago. It was like sound was whooshing past my ears and everything went in slow motion but really fast at the same time, you know? I swear even my blood stopped. I know my breathing did. And then everything happened so quickly that the next thing I knew half the plane was gone and we were plummeting toward the ground. My stomach dropped like on a roller coaster ride, except that this wasn't a roller coaster and it sure wasn't fun. Then my head hit something hard and the world went black.

I woke up to screaming and the sound of the plane's engine. I was lying on my back on…sand? At least it wasn't water. Did I mention that I hate water, too? Yeah. Add it to the list. To my surprise, I could move.

Neck, good. Legs, good. Arms, good. Internal organs? They felt okay, considering the scrambling they'd just gone through. Had I forgotten anything? Oh, yeah. My head. Duh. I would forget that, wouldn't I? Not so lucky there. I felt my forehead and looked at my hand. It came away covered in blood. That would explain why everything had a reddish tinge. A cut above my eyebrow was bleeding down into my eyes and blurring my vision. Gross.

I knew I wasn't thinking rationally. I mean, what sane person thinks that it's gross to be bleeding into their eyes when they've just survived a plane crash from inconceivable heights? I think I still had the sort of stunned, out-of-the world sensation that this couldn't be happening to me. It had to be a dream. I so wish.

Either way, I gingerly picked myself up off the beach – oh, yeah, did I mention that we'd landed on a beach? – and made my way towards the noise.

It's just a dream, it's just a dream, I remember repeating to myself desperately.

I reached the crash site in time to see everyone running around hysterically. Or standing in shock. A pregnant woman screamed. The cute guy I'd noticed earlier was bending over a woman and giving her CPR. The man who'd been heading towards the restrooms wandered around aimlessly. A man shouted an alarm to stay away from the engines, and I looked over just in time to see a passenger standing in front of them turn towards him and be pulled into the fan blades. I watched, stunned and unable to move, as the section exploded.

"Get out of the way!" someone shouted at me, and two seconds later I was pulled to safety, and not a moment too soon. It was the man who'd been shouting orders earlier. He seemed to be trying to be everywhere at once.

"Stay here," he commanded.

"But I can help," I protested. I was finally getting a hold of the situation.

"All right. Go help him with the pregnant girl," he pointed towards a large man with bushy hair who was standing and looking around helplessly.

I headed over and tried to calm the girl down. Yeah, like I was so calm myself. Not. But apparently I faked it well enough that she stopped screaming enough that the large guy – Hurley, he said he was called – and I could help her move away from the plane.

Suddenly the man showed up again. He yelled something about the plane. We looked up to see the wing above us bending down. It seemed perilously close to snapping. It would crush us without a doubt. The man rushed up and pulled us out of the way. The blast of the explosion as the wing crashed down threw us onto the sand.

And then it was over. I mean, everyone was still freaking out and all, but the explosions seemed to be over.

So that's how I ended up on this…place. I don't even know where we are. It's an island. It's unpopulated. We're stuck. I'm pretty sure it's in the middle of nowhere. I'm also pretty sure that no one knows where we are.

This is going to be fun.

Just a little bit of sarcasm there. Just a little.

So, this is my first Lost fanfic. I just recently started watching this show and so far I've only seen bits and pieces of the first series. I'm re-watching it so I get the whole story, though. Anyways. Thanks for reading! :)