ITS A SHARONARRATIVE Who: bb Sharon and grown up Sharon Carter Where: Lost then The Sharon Carter Hangout Pad in Brooklyn What: Sharon wakes up from a long stint doing hard time as a younger version of herself When: LAST NIGHT WHEN THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED BUT IJ ATE IT AND THANK GOD FOR WORK COMPUTERS SAVING THINGS Warnings: Pantsuits in a garbage sack and an opening run on sentence so long you might die from it.
Okay so going back to the Lost Door, and subsequently the Island was not the smartest thing in the whole wide world and expressly against what she had been told to do and if she wound up some kind of a baby or an old lady (and this time real real old) she would have no one but herself to blame but that was the thing about being 20 (oops now 21) years old and she was supposed to be doing really dumb stuff and so what if she was studying actuarial science because actuarially this was the only way she was going to put things back to normal. Whew.
So under that door that said Namaste all peaceful like some kind of yoga retreat was waiting on the other side our young heroine ventured once more. This time skipping the beach entirely. And the clever Island just must have known what she was looking for because it opened on the other side just where she needed it to.
The Heart of the Island and that dumb cave and all of its secrets. She sat outside of it for a good long while pacing back and for thinking and wondering if there was any way to control it. She'd watched all of Lost on Netflix. The answer was no, but there weren't any actual answers on that stupid show anyway so everyone was hella dumb if they thought this Island was going to do anything but screw them over. Including her. But at least she wouldn't be stuck in some weird universe anymore. Maybe she'd get stuck somewhere cooler. And if she was honest she was hoping to get zapped to some alternate flash sideways where she had super powers and saved the world a hundred times over. But she would also settle for home.
The cave itself seemed less glowy, because of course the fountains of magic weren't working on Friday or whatever. "HELLO?" was all she said before she tripped on a dumb rock and hit the ground hard.
Waking up in a new apartment instead of the hotel room was interesting - But what was most interesting is that the last month that seemed like a dream. But as the memories of the last month started to piece themselves together in her mind bit by bit Sharon wasn't sure if she was supposed to laugh or cry. Maybe a little bit of both. It was like watching a movie, she remembered it, but it felt strange like she hadn't actually lived it. Everything before was as clear as day. Like she'd just been sleeping for a long time - more like a dream than a movie maybe. She had a bump on her head but she wasn't hurt and this definitely wasn't what she'd expected. Had she expected something?
As she wandered around taking in bright colors and bean bag chairs, things began to come back in more and more flashes. The puppy, chewing shoes that had been willingly handed over (she could tell because others were locked up tight). And garbages sacks full of her clothes while clothes that would have fit ten years ago, and about a thousand and one cheeseburgers ago hung in the closet. Colorful clothes, and kitschy tee shirts. So many shoes (they have that in common still). Jeans with many holes in them. A few dresses that were just this side of too short (she'd once been told her knees were knobby and vowed to show them to everyone) Nirvana tee shirts. Oh Lord where had she even managed to find Nirvana tee shirts?
She made coffee, she fed the dog, she walked the dog, she took about fifteen thousand advil. She remembered going to the Island more than once, just to get away. It wasn't terrible until - naturally - she'd ventured a bit too far. And everything since was like living in some kind of weird dream world. The fact that she had just woken up put back together was a bit odd to her. Things didn't happen the same both times, the first it had been instant, something like watching her life in a backwards instant replay. The second time she had just bonked her head and woken up here. If her younger self were still here she'd be giving her a stern talking to right now, but she wasn't and she was just glad to be back. She didn't know if she had it in her to check the journals just yet, so she cleaned a bit. Attempted to make sense of her credit card statements. And took in her new living space. And tried not to cringe when some horrible boy child from down the hall asked if she was "Tiffany's mom." Older better looking, with better eyewear sister maybe. BUT MOM? Tiffany? She had a phone call to make, she wanted to get in touch with Gwen first thing.