#183: Tell me a secret.
You'd think that being deserted on an island with just a small group of people, it'd be hard to keep secrets. Of course, there's always that chance that there are other small groups of people out there, stalking you around. But generally, within your own people, you think you know them. Maybe you don't have the luxury of having the full story, their background, or at least the truth of where they come from. Because let's face it, like I'm half of what I've told these people I am.
The lies, they happen. Some of them weren't that big of a surprise, but some of them, I wasn't really expecting. When you're doing everything you can just to survive, no longer even hoping for rescue, but just to keep on living, you learn who you can trust. And sometimes you don't. While I never completely understood John Locke's motives, I didn't distrust them. And that was my mistake. While apparently distrusting Juliet was. Part of me still doesn't want to trust or believe her. Who knows. This whole double agent thing could be a lot more elaborate than we even know. Sawyer's a con man who's pulled off bigger things, Sayid's spent years dealing with people who did that for a living, and I have made a life for myself being a convincing as I can at playing the part of someone else to get the other person to believe whatever I want or need them to.
Everyone here's got some kind of secret. Some of it's come out. Like everyone knows by now that I'm a fugitive. And Jack knows that I've killed a man. Little by little, things start creeping up. Things, I'm sure we all wish had just stayed better. It's bad for morale, and for trust, and right now, with everything that's happening, those are two things we really need.
I've got a million secrets. Most that I'll take to the grave with me. Things that that thick folder on me that the U.S. Marshals got don't even begin to touch on. So I'm not about to start revealing them now. Locke thinks everything surfaces eventually, but some things are just better left buried.
There is one thing, one secret, I guess that really wouldn't hurt anyone. Except for maybe Sayer if he knew about the whole thing. And me, because I'm not really sure if he meant it or if he just thought we were all going to die out there out at the tower that day.
Truth is, I love him too.
Kate Austen
Lost
426 Words
The lies, they happen. Some of them weren't that big of a surprise, but some of them, I wasn't really expecting. When you're doing everything you can just to survive, no longer even hoping for rescue, but just to keep on living, you learn who you can trust. And sometimes you don't. While I never completely understood John Locke's motives, I didn't distrust them. And that was my mistake. While apparently distrusting Juliet was. Part of me still doesn't want to trust or believe her. Who knows. This whole double agent thing could be a lot more elaborate than we even know. Sawyer's a con man who's pulled off bigger things, Sayid's spent years dealing with people who did that for a living, and I have made a life for myself being a convincing as I can at playing the part of someone else to get the other person to believe whatever I want or need them to.
Everyone here's got some kind of secret. Some of it's come out. Like everyone knows by now that I'm a fugitive. And Jack knows that I've killed a man. Little by little, things start creeping up. Things, I'm sure we all wish had just stayed better. It's bad for morale, and for trust, and right now, with everything that's happening, those are two things we really need.
I've got a million secrets. Most that I'll take to the grave with me. Things that that thick folder on me that the U.S. Marshals got don't even begin to touch on. So I'm not about to start revealing them now. Locke thinks everything surfaces eventually, but some things are just better left buried.
There is one thing, one secret, I guess that really wouldn't hurt anyone. Except for maybe Sayer if he knew about the whole thing. And me, because I'm not really sure if he meant it or if he just thought we were all going to die out there out at the tower that day.
Truth is, I love him too.
Kate Austen
Lost
426 Words