Prologue.

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"Who am I speaking to?"

His voice was very loud as I picked up the phone. He spoke quickly, rushing, the way you would if something was wrong. My family never got phone calls, so I started to get rather worried. I frowned.

"You are speaking to Violet White," I paused, to see if he would reply. Though after a second, I changed my mind - and never gave him the opportunity to. "Who am I speaking to?"

He didn't reply. That angered me, so I hung up the phone and set it down, only for it to immediately ring again. I picked it up, and gritted my teeth as I lifted the phone to my ear. "What?" I snapped, getting cross with him.

I don't remember why I was so angry at the phone call. Several weeks before the accident, I had discovered the programme Lost. You know, the one with the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815? That was it, I'm sure.

Anyway. I had discovered the TV show, and I really did enjoy it. Especially the character Sawyer. I found him rather attractive, and I liked the idea of his character.

Well, I usually locked myself in my room to watch it, while I curled up on my bed in my pajamas. Though, that day, when I heard the phone ring, I had to pause my addiction and go downstairs, then I answered the phone.

"Hello? Violet?"

"What?"  I snapped again, not recalling the man reply the first time.

"Didn't you hear me? There's been an awful, tragic accident."

I raised an eyebrow as I made my way to the kitchen counter; the cold, wooden worktop supporting me while I positioned myself to lean on my elbows.

"Aren't you going to hurry up and tell me? It can't be that ba-" He cut me off. I gripped the phone in my hand, the tip of my fingers going white.

I wasn't aware that he was serious. I thought he was going to tell me that he was... well, I wasn't sure. I didn't think he was serious at all. However, what he said next, changed my life a great deal. That's not a good thing.

"Your parents are dead, Violet," He paused, as if contemplating what to say, or do, next. "I'm sorry." The man said, then the line went dead.

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