Blondie

Bicentennial

Sawyer was supposedly resting in his tent after his confrontation with sayid and sayids knife. I had left abruptly after Sawyers torture. Sawyer had past out but was now out by his tent. I had walked over to his tent for when he woke up. I turned to see him starting to wake up. He turned to me.

"You're lucky to be alive" I spoke up while turning to him. He looked around unsure of how he got there. "Jack" I started to get out of the seat. "He went to the caves to check on Shannon". I sat down closer to him and he looked at me. I held up the letter.

"I read it, and again and again because I've been trying to figure out why you beat up Boone instead of just telling him you didn't have his sisters medicine. Why you pretend to have it anyway. The thing I think is that you want to be hated. And then I looked at the envelope. America's bicentennial. Knoxville. Tennessee.

"You were just a kid. 8 maybe 9 years old" He looked at me. "Lyndsey" I looked at him. "This letter wasn't written to you, it was written by you" He looked down and then turned his head. "Your names not Sawyer is it?" He was silent for a few seconds. "It was his name" I looked at him with sympathy.

"He was a confidence man. Romanced my mama to get her money. Wiped them out clean, left behind a mess." I continued to look at him. I understood a lot of what he went through, but even I didn't have the courage to talk about it.
"So I wrote that letter. I wrote it one that knowing I would find em"

I looked down at the letter. "But that ain't the sad part. When I was 19" I looked up at him and he shifted closer to me. "I needed six grand to pay these guys off, I was in trouble with." I looked at him, sighing before he spoke, having the trust to tell me these things. "So I found a pretty lady with a dumb husband who had some money"

I looked at him knowing where this was going. "And I got them to give it to me. How's that for a tragedy?" I looked at him but didn't say anything. "I became the man I was hunting, I became Sawyer" I looked at him and he looked back at me. "Don't you feel sorry for me" I furrowed my brows before he ripped the letter out of my hands.

"Get out" I looked up at him and tilted my head. "Get out!" I got up and walked out of his tent. I walked away hidden and collected myself. I was walking down the beach when Hurley came up to me. "Hey Lynn!" I looked and saw him running. "I found this on the beach and it has the name Charlotte Ray on it so I think it's yours"

I looked at him and laughed. "I'm pretty sure, thank you Hurley" He smiled and laughed before running away like he was five. "Late dude!" I smiled before looking down too see it was the ceramic doll my dad got me for my 10th birthday. The last gift he ever got me. I wanted to throw it into the ocean but I just couldn't.

I was looking out into the water when Sayid walked past me with a backpack. "Look at you going camp what's this for?" He walked up to me. "I can't stay here" I looked at him. "What?" He continued to speak. "I'm leaving. I don't know for how long" I tilted my head. "Sayid you can't, we don't know what's out there."

He looked at me. "I have worse things to fear than what's in the jungle, what I did today, what I almost did. I swore to do never again. If I can't keep that promise then I have no right to be here" I looked at him. "There's no where to go" He replied. "Someone has to go walk the shore and map the island. See what else there is. I can't think of a better person to do it than the only person I trust".

I looked at him. "Oh Cmon, you don't trust me?, I trust you" He laughed and slightly smiled. "I know we'll meet again". I looked at him. I liked Sayid, he was hardcore but kind and there was really no body else like that here.

He took my hand, raised it to his face and kissed it. Like it was the 1500s. Respectfully and kindly. I smiled and he walked away. I continued to look out into the ocean then down at the doll.

What was I going to do with it.