There was smoke everywhere. The plane's jet engine was still whirring away. A blonde woman of about twenty with a pink top and skirt stood in the middle of the wreckage screaming. A man was running about calling for someone called Walt. Another blonde girl was sat in the sand, clutching her huge stomach and panting. People were running about everywhere shouting to each other, screaming at their situation, crying over dead bodies. A small girl of about fourteen stared around desperately, her hands over her ears, humming loudly trying to block out the awful noise. A man ran past her towards the pregnant woman and then tried to help another person who wasn't breathing. The girl had black hair and bright blue eyes, which were shimmering, threatening tears. No one took any notice of her and she tried to ignore all the terrible things happening around her. Suddenly there was an explosion behind her and she turned to see the remains of a man being spurted out of the turbine. Another explosion to her right and she instinctively ducked as a weird black cloud swept over her head into the jungle on the island.

A few people stared at her as they passed with their bags, trying to get as far from the crashed plane as possible. She didn't look at them. Merely hummed louder, pressing her hands as tightly as she could over her ears. It didn't stop the awful noise however. The screaming… the never ending screaming…

Bo woke with a start, cold sweat pouring over her brow. She took several deep breaths, staring out at the sea. It was still dark, but she was no longer tired. Since they'd crashed on the island over a month and a half previously Bo had found she needed less sleep than usual.

She glanced over at Kate, the nice woman who had taken it upon herself to look after Bo. Kate was still asleep, unaware that anything was wrong, but Bo was slightly disturbed. It had been the third time in as many days that she'd relived the day of the crash.

She stood up on the sand carefully, stretching and yawning. She wandered over to a tarpaulin tent not far from where she'd been sleeping. The man who slept in the tent was called Sawyer, he'd taken a particular interest in Bo for some strange reason and she was the only one who could rifle through his stuff without being beaten up.

"Watcha looking for Bright Eyes?" Sawyer asked opening one eye as Bo shuffled through his stuff.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," she replied. "I've got a headache, I was looking for an aspirin."

"Here you go," Sawyer reached behind him and picked up a packet, chucking it at Bo.

"Thanks," she said catching it.

"You sure that's all?" Asked Sawyer as Bo put the packet back and made to walk away.

"Yeah," She replied, not entirely truthfully. "Just couldn't sleep is all."

Sawyer however seemed happy with the answer as he rolled over and was snoring lightly again after a minute. Bo wandered through the camp passing several sleeping survivors. Sun and Jin were curled up together on a blanket, as were Rose and Bernard not far from them. Bo paused when she reached Charlie and Claire's little den. Aaron it transpired was awake and snuffling.

"Hey there," Bo said looking down at the blue-eyed infant. She gently rocked, him talking in a soothing voice. It wasn't long before he fell asleep again. Something about Bo's peculiar nature had this affect on people. She could make them do what she wanted. It frightened her and she tended to close herself off from society. Not hard when you've spent four years in a care home.

She continued up the beach, heading for the food store that was kept on the beach. She picked out a star fruit and began absently picking at it, taking the occasional bite. Life on the island, she had to admit, was a lot better than her previous homes. Even with the threat of the others, polar bears, weird smoke monsters and people beating each other up every day, she still preferred this life to her old one.

Bo's ears pricked up suddenly. She stayed totally still listening to the almost deafening silence. Then there it was again! A definite padding through the sand. Turning her head very slowly, she looked around for anybody who was awake. Breathing a sigh of relief her eyes settled on the islands Doctor Jack walking carefully across the beach towards her.

"Hi," Jack said, sitting next to her in the sand. "You're up early."

"Couldn't sleep, had a headache," Bo mumbled in reply.

"Headache?" Jack looked at her seriously. "Is this the first or have you had more?"

"It's just a headache," she assured him. "Probably just need a drink."

"Here," Jack handed her his own water bottle. She took a gulp from it and handed it back.

"What are you doing up this early anyway?" She asked, looking at Jack.

"Sullivan decided that his rash couldn't wait until a reasonable hour," He replied rolling his eyes. Bo giggled.

"I'll bet he drove his family mad," she said quietly.

"Probably," Jack chuckled. "Maybe they threatened to kill him if he didn't move out."

Bo went quiet then. Jack froze glancing at her.

"Sorry… I didn't…" He bit his lip.

"It's fine…" Bo replied quickly. Her parents and brother had been murdered and she'd ended up in a foster home, aged just ten years. Her parents had never loved her and she had not really loved them, though she missed them when they died, but it was her brother's death that had affected her most. She and Elliot (who had been just six when he died) had been really close.

"No, it's my fault…" Jack said, mentally kicking himself. "I should remember what you've been through."

"Jack," Bo said firmly turning to him. "You can't remember everyone's tragic pasts. If you make a joke it's fine. I know you're not doing it intentionally."

Jack smiled at Bo.

"You're a brave kid," He said, ruffling her long black hair. She squirmed under his touch but smiled back all the same.

Bo remained staring out to see long after Jack had gone. In fact it wasn't until after everyone had had breakfast and Kate came over to her that she moved or spoke.

"Hey, you," Kate said, sitting beside Bo where Jack had been, several hours previously.

"Hi," Bo said quietly, not looking away from the water, gently lapping up the beach.

"How long have you been awake?" Kate asked, noticing the dark marks under Bo's bright blue eyes.

"Too long," she replied with a smile.

"Fancy coming for a walk?" Kate asked.

"Ok," Bo replied, standing for the first time in hours. The two of them wandered through the trees towards the hatch, meeting several people along the way, two of which were Libby and Hurley, looking suspiciously pink faced and happy when they passed.

"They've soooooo been snogging!" Bo commented as soon as they were out of earshot.

"How can you tell?" Asked Kate glancing over her shoulder. "They might just have been embarrassed by something!"

"They've been snogging," Bo said frankly. The spooky thing about Bo was that she was usually right about that sort of thing. Human emotion was something she was very in tune with. She could also tell instantly if someone was lying/

"You are scary," Kate said looking at Bo. Bo grinned shyly.

"It used to freak my parents out as well," she admitted, sighing.

"Do you miss them?" Kate asked carefully.

"Not really," Bo said, feeling awful for saying it. "They never really cared for me or my brother. I wished they hadn't died, but I don't miss them."

"I suppose the island is a new start for you," Kate said softly.

"Yeah," Bo replied.

"It's the same for me," The pair continued to the hatch, passing a few people occasionally. As they walked along in silence, subconsciously rubbing her wrists, Bo's thoughts began to drift…

It is your fault!" Bo screamed at her parents, pushing herself as far into the corner as possible. The kitchen suddenly seemed quiet apart from her sobbing.

"We've told you before about lying Bonnie!" Her father shouted at her loudly. "We're going to have to punish you again!"

He said it as though he didn't want to, but Bo knew as he beat her with whatever he could lay his hands on that he felt no remorse. She wouldn't be going to school until the bruising healed, so no one would even ask questions. No one would ever know what she suffered. It was that day she decided she had to do something.

"Bo?" Kate asked, looking as the child paused, her black hair hanging over her face. "You ok?"

"What?" Bo looked up. "Oh, yeah I'm fine."