Kind of dirty the water never cleans

[Charlie]

Charlie Pace was scum.

Worse than scum. He didn't deserve to live, to stroll along sandy beaches, to find love and redemption. He should have died. Either in the crash or, better punishment for his sins, days later in screaming bloody agony like the cop Jack had tried so hard to save. Better still, he should have taken that gun from Sawyer and turned it on himself. Blown out his brains before he could harm anyone else...

Bless me father, for I have sinned... over and over again. And, God help me, I enjoyed every single sordid minute... Because being bad just feels so bloody good. He'd tried the other way, the noble way. Tried so hard to be respectable. And where had that got him? You'll never look after anyone...

All the good times have gone away he thought bitterly And the memory leaves a bitter tas... Jesus! Cyanide egg hits the acid at a million miles an hour, the heroin coursing through him. Everything they said and more - better than sex, better than anything because nothing else could take his own special brand of pain away so neatly. A glazed expression settling over his gleeful features, a slow gasp spilling out like a balloon with a leak, Charlie slumped at the bottom of the tree, just stoned enough and feeling way too damn good.

[Skye]

Skye didn't know how it was possible but some how she managed to survive when the plane went down. It had happened so fast and all she could remember of what happened was screaming, people yelling "we gonna die" and then the plane breaking up into pieces. Skye wasn't sure if surviving was something to be glad about or if it is only going to turn into being torture. Where the hell am I?

[/i] Skye looked around thinking to herself. There was no one else around - well not that she can see anyway. It was so quiet - so much more quiet then what she was use to when she was living out on the streets. She missed the confort of her streets back at home.

Skye's hands were still cuffed and she couldn't seem to get them off. They seemed to be cutting into her wrists for they were really hurting and blood was even around her wrists and cuffs. Her head was even hurting and she could feel some sort of liquid there slowly making its way down the side of her face but she just ignored it for she just wanted to get these cuffs off. She didn't know where she was walking but she just continued walking looking for some way to get these cuffs off. She then spotted a rock. It wasn't a big rock but it was near a large tree so manged she could breat them off. Making her way over she slowly bent down and just started to hit the cuffs against it. She bit her lip hard as she did for it caused pain and it was actually making the cuffs dig into her wrists even more. It didn't even help that her hands were shaking like they were from the withdraw she was going through. This was only a few days now since she hasn't been able to take any drugs but she hasn't been able to get her hands on any since the cops took her stash away from her. Skye then got really frustrated and just gave it one hard smash againsh the rock but it didn't work and only made her scream out loud. She didn't think anyone was around so she just screamed her lungs out before she settled down against the side of the tree trunk she was on and just watched the blood coming from her wrists.[/color][/b][/right]

[Charlie]

A scream. Charlie jumped - well, sort of. Jumping in slow motion, like a contented and sleep-slowed cat, the heroin still making everything sort of... hazy. Someone else was here... Somewhere near. And, selfish little git that he was, his first thought was, as ever, for himself, that no one should find him like this.. because then they'd know. They'd know how useless and worthless he was, and hate him... or they'd pity him, and take his stash away. He wasn't sure which was worse...

Fingers fumbling against denim, he pocketed what remained of the magic crystals, then glanced around the base of the tree without getting up. If anyone asked he'd tell them he was working on the third album... Not that anyone would, because nobody actually cared, did they?

[Skye]

One of the many headaches that Skye has been getting since not having any drugs started to come and she slowly raised her hand to her head. She didn't know how to make these feelings that she has been feeling for these past few days stop and she has just been wanting to take any sort of drug again. Lowering her cuffed hands she noticed that crimsum liquid was on the tips of her fingers. She let out a frustrated sigh and wished that maybe it would had been better if she had died when the plane went down for she wouldn't have to been feeling like shit like she was right now. Skye wasn't even sure if being stuck where ever she was is better then being stuck in some boot camp or not. But all she knew it was way better then juvie for she isn't stuck in some little cell and not surrounded by other kids who always picked on ya and started fights.

She thought she had heard something or someone move and she was scared. But she didn't let it show that she was scared. Who's there? Skye called out hiding any sign of fear out of her voice. She hoped that it wasn't any kind of animal for she hated animals - she never has been around any animals in her life. Only seen a few stray dogs but she stayed clear of them. She didn't get it why people liked animals so much. Slowly getting to her feet Skye looked around wondering where the sound had come from. Walking a few paces she noticed someone by a tree. A male. He seemed to be looking around. Maybe he had heard her scream when she was trying to get the cuffs off from her hands but failed. Her hands were still shaking but not because of fear but because of withdraw and the headache was still there. Just by taking one look at her you could see that she was already in a mess before the plane had crashed. Skye didn't trust anyone so she kept her distance from the male. Who are you? Skye's vocals filled the air breaking the silence that nature had around them.

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[Charlie]

Who's there?
So, someone was there after all.. well, that was.. different. Charlie didn't answer her question immeadiately, instead cocked his head to the side and ran her over with his eyes, trying to work out if it was someone he'd met... No, he didn't know this girl. For girl was what she was.. still just a kid, no way she was 18 yet, thought from the way she looked it seemed nobody had told her that.

She asked again, he started and got to his feet, slightly shaky and with an almost manic energy rushing through him, although no one would know without being told that he was stoned, he'd got good at hiding it. People just thought he was hyperactive and 'perky'... yet another example of them seeing you while looking straight through. "Charlie.." He smiled. "Why? Who are you?"

It was then that he noticed the cuffs... in his slightly brain-addled state he didn't connect them with anything except the blood, which he could just about see over the distance. It looked bad. "Jesus, are you alright?"

[Skye]

Skye listened to the male's vocals as he spoke. Skye she replied to him. She then heard his question if she was alright. well does it look like i'm alright?....and what's it to you if i'm alright or not...no one has ever cared about me. she said to him. Her usual attitude that she had towards people was coming out. She didn't even notice it for it was just the way she was. Skye showed no emotion on her face at all. She then looked around wondering if anyone else was around. She didn't move towards Charlie at all, she just kept her distance from him like she did everyone. Her hands were still shaking and she couldn't do anything about it to make them stop.

Anouther headache came and she lifted her hands together, so she didn't cause any more pain, slowly to her head while the headache came. When it passed she slowly lowed her hands back down in front of her. Blood continued to trickle down the side of her face from her forehead as she stood there but she just ignored it. Charlie....you think you can help get these off? she asked wanting them off so that they couldn't dig into her wrists anymore then they have.

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[Charlie]

"Okay.. calm down, don't bite my head off" Charlie put his hands up, stepping back slightly. Bloody hell, she was on edge... and there was something else. The shaking, the numbness... reminded him of someone. A little too close to home, really. He watched her, and felt sick to his core.. was that what he looked like? Or was he worse off, infact, because he took the drugs and didn't get to that stage? Too many questions.. too much shit resurfacing.

.. help get these off?
"What? Oh.. sure" He was reluctant to step forward, aware how jumpy she was and scared to confront such an image of himself. "I can try.. but it might not be much good." he dig his own hands further into his pockets to disguise how they'd stopped obeying him, taken on a mind of their own and become slow and clumsy. "But we can find... someone."

[Skye]

Seeing him take a step forward made her step backwards. It was just a habbit of backing away when someone come towards her. She just didn't have the trust that people seemed to have towards people. Hearing his words and hearing him say that they can find someone made her feel unsure. what do you mean find someone? she asked and took anouther step backwards and then looked around seeing if anyone was watching them. Skye then moved one of her hands and it made the cuffs dig into her wounds and she flinched. Biting her lip hard to help her stop screaming from the amount of pain that she was feeling. Her eyes went back onto Charlie and just looked at him. She watched how his hands went further into his pockets. She started to wonder if he had something in there...but she wasn't sure and she couldn't really care if he had anything in there or not.

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[Charlie]

He stepped back again as she made her move.. What the hell is this? Some crazy sort of dance? No, of course, it was far more complicated than that. She was like a snake, ready to strike.. he, darting carefully, seeing how far he could push her, was a.. mongoose?! Charlie, you've flipped

"At the beach" he pointed vaguely, his sense of direction fine but his self control a little... off, although even if he had been pointing in the right direction he couldn't have told, since all you could see was trees. Trees, and more trees, as far as the eye could see. "We're not alone... Jack, he's a doctor, he can see to those.. make it stop hurting." For now, anyway

[Skye]

Skye watched and listened to him. Hearing him talk about this Jack person and hearing that he was a doctor she wasn't so sure. Just knowing that there were other people around she wasn't so sure if she even wanted to go to the beach. Slowly moving her hands back up to her head she wiped the crimson liquid from the side of her face.
You sure that is all he will do? .... he won't try to do anything else? she asked. You could tell that she wasn't a fan of doctors or anyone. Right now people would be wishing that they were back home - but Skye wasn't for she doesn't have a home, she never has had one. She doesn't even have a family. The only place she has ever really called a 'home' has been the streets which she has done a few drug deals for people.

Skye was starting to feel sick - throwing up sick. It was anouther withdraw symptom that was just starting to come and effect her. She looked at Charlie and then turned and went over to a near by tree and she threw up. It wasn't what one would want to see but Skye couldn't help it. She wanted to make all these feelings stop and she knew that if she could just have her hands on some sort of any drug then they would all go away...but she didn't have any and she didn't know where to find any in this place. She wiped her mouth with the back of one of her cuffed hands. Why is this happening to me? she spoke quietly to herself not knowing if Charlie heard her or not. You would think that a girl such as she, so frail and weak looking would just brake down and cry right now....but that is one thing about Skye. She doesn't cry. She hasn't cried since she was 4 or 5 for she learnt at a young age that there was nothing for her to cry about for no one has ever given a dam about her. Are there other people out there to? she asked and slowly looked towards him keeping her distance.

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[Charlie]

Oh hell

She was such a mess. And he knew why. And it terrified him... He had been kidding himself he could quit any time he liked. But now he could see it wouldn't be that easy... sooner or later the drugs would run out, or someone would see and take them from him... He was looking at his own future. And he couldn't cope... Not now, not ever. He had to do what Charlie Pace had always done. He had to run from himself.

"Um..." He was shaking now, not from the drugs but from the mess of emotions, and h gestured vaguely. "The beach is that way. There are some people there... but they're okay." It didn't make any sense, but he didn't stick around to clarify, darting off anywhere away from here. When he finally couldn't hear her any more he darted off to the side and leant back against a tree, his heart pounding in his ears. Sinking to the floor once again, he slammed his head back against the bark over and over...

"Why" (slam) "the hell" (slam) "do you" (slam) "do this shit?!"

[Skye]

Skye looked to where he said the beach was and then just looked at him. He was going all weird on her - it was like he saw a ghost or something when he looked at her. She could only watch as he ran off into the distance. what's his problem? she said to herself as she just looked into the direction that he had ran untill she no longer could see him. She then let out a sigh and looked down to her bloody wrists which were stinging and dripping with blood. Skye didn't know what she was going to do now but she knew one thing and that was that she wasn't going to stand around here for the rest of the day. Maybe the beach didn't sound to bad - it sure would be better then where she was right now anyway. She just didn't like the sound of having other people there and she also had the cuffs on still. She looked around and then found where Charlie had pointed to where the beach was. She hoped that he was right for she started walking in that direction slowly. She figuered that she would soon see that Charlie guy sooner or later again, for this place can't be that big...could it?

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