This story is kind of depressing. I was inspired to do this when I was watching the episode about Paulo and Nikki and there was the flashback to when the plane crashed and I saw the guy be sucked into the propeller. I felt really bad for him! Hope you likey! I'm so excited! This is my first Lost story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Lost. I wish I did though! Then Sawyer wouldn't be with stupid Juliet and he would be with Kate.

I had a life before the island. I had a life. I bet no one even cared about me. No one even thought about me. I was the man who walked in front of the propeller of the plane.

My name is Daniel Kilgore. I died seven years, eight months, and twenty three days ago.

I was going to LA to see my family. I had been living in Australia for about a year for my job. They wanted me to come home for awhile. I never came. I wonder what they looked like when they realized I was never coming.

I was sitting next to Nikki and Paulo on the plane. They seemed suspicious to me, but now I know why. They never even acknowledged me.

When the turbulence started, Nikki put her hand on my shoulder in caution. I bet she didn't even remember. Then the plane crashed. I passed out for awhile until I woke up to hear Shannon screaming for Boone. Why didn't the stupid girl move? I had gotten up and was staggering around. I was a tiny bit tipsy still from the vodka I had on the flight. I head John yelling to get out of the way. Next thing I knew, black. Blackness overtook me. Pain overtook me too as I was shredded into pieces. I was only twenty seven years old.

Now, I remain up here. I guess you could call it heaven, but I don't really know where I am. Maybe even Purgatory. I watched them all from the beginning. They all slowly joined me up here. Boone, Shannon, Ana-Lucia, Libby, Charlie, Michael, Eko, and all the others died and came up with me. We watched over Jack, Kate, Sawyer, Sayid, Claire, and John and the rest. Until they came and joined us.

We now watch over other people. When they came, no one knew who I was. No one had known who I was. Barely anyone had seen a glimpse of my plaid shirt as I was sucked into the propeller.

I miss them all. My family. My girlfriend was pregnant. I had to come back to her. I never came to her, to Jessica. I saw her. I watched her give birth to our son, Daniel Jr. I saw when she cried when I never came back. She cried with my parents.

But that's just the way it is. I was the first one to die.

I saw. I saw if I hadn't been torn to pieces, I would have survived. I would have made it to the end. I would have died anyway, but at least I would have been known.

Now I'm here in purgatory. I died. I watch over Jessica as she walks down the aisle to another man. I died. My name is Daniel Kilgore. I died seven years, eight months, and twenty three days ago.

I had a life before the island.