News Report--June 15, 2019
In an attempt to find at least one survivor of the crash of Oceanic Flight 815, search crews were out yet again on the still-unnamed island, set in the south-pacific. There are signs of people still living, but none have yet been found. All that was found were Papers, journal entries written on various scraps of tickets, cloth, even leaves. None of those entries have been released to the media at this time.
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I held this media report in my hands, a smirk on my face. They thought they'd found an item of interest... that they'd found them. All of them. That's impossible. After all these years, they still thought that they could find them. Its all I can do not to laugh at the attempts they've made over the years. I dropped the report onto the table, picking up the box next to me. I dropped it in my lap, pulling off the lid. Inside sat said papers, leaves, tickets. Picking up a small blue journal, I flipped through the pages until I found an entry that looked interesting.
I'm not even bothering to write the date anymore. I don't even know my baby's birthday. Charlie always calls him 'Turniphead', saying that his head looks like a turnip. He's probably just jealous that I have to turn my attention to him now, and I can no longer pamper Charlie as I used to. Or maybe he used to pamper me. I truly don't know anymore. All I know is that we all want off this damn island... we're scared. I don't think that they're coming.
I kept flipping, until I was at the middle of this journal. Death filled this entry.
She says that 'it' killed them.' Well, what is 'it'? A disease. This French lunatic says that disease killed her group. Then she claims that she killed them all. I've finally decided. I'm going to go talk to her. I scratched her. Those claw marks are from me. And I want to know why.
That crazy b***h took my baby!!! She knocked me out and took my baby!! Charlie and Sayid...they ran into the woods almost immediately. Aaron. That will be his name. I don't know why... its just the first name that stopped in my mind. He's asleep in my arms, now. I was so scared... he was just...so far away. I needed him...back here. Maybe Charlie isn't so jealous.
What the hell is Charlie thinking? He took Aaron, apparently trying to get him baptized. I don't trust Charlie. He's not good for my baby.
I lost interest. I knew the whole story... 'my baby' this, and 'Charlie' that... why didn't she just marry the guy?
I picked up a book, this time, the entries literally written between the lines.
All these people are just so...whiney. All they care 'bout is what's best for 'em. Freckles...she's just got issues. What's it gonna be, Freckles...me or Doc? And our Island Terrorist...Ahab can just go on back to Iraq, or wherever the hell he's from. And damn, Barbie, learn to take care of baby Huey there, would you? I swear... oh, and then there's good old Deep Dish...can't stand a day without food, eh? Mr. VH1 Has-been needs to quit sucking up to Barbie... she's gettin' stalked there... but hell, ain't my problem. I'm just readin' my book.
We're back. Freckles and I got away from the crazy bastards with that girl's boyfriend. Don't have a clue what happened to the guy. I told him he had to suck it up, he wasn't savin' nobody with that pout. Haven't heard from him since. Then, there's the Doc. He's still with those...people. Freckles, Ahab, and our Hunter friend went out to find him, most likely with the French chick. Everyone else is scared. But me? Ah... not at all. They'll get back fine. I hope.
I dropped the book in disgust. What did he think he was doing, trying to find a girl to love on? He disgusts me.
But who am I to talk?
I'm just a doctor.
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End Chapter 1
Author's notes---
I wrote this because I wanted to have some fun writing in the point of views of the characters...I just got this thought in my head that went-- Well, what if they got of the island? Most of them wrote entries while they were there. What would they do afterwards? What would they find? I'm writing each chapter with two of the character's entries, read by one of the people that they either needed for survival of their party or they just were connected to.
Reader--Jack Shepard
Entry 1--Read from Claire's journal
Entry 2--Sawyer writing his entries in between the lines of a book...well, why not?
Claire's connection to Jack--He keeps Aaron healthy and helped her through the pregnancy in good health.
Sawyer's connection--They both 'love' the same girl, so wouldnt Jealousy spark between Jack and James?
Comments through PM are great...I'll post them under the chapter the commentary is for. Chapter 2 will come within the week.
