Hi guys. It's been like two days since I finished my last LOTF story, but- BAAM! Here comes another one. This is an after the island fiction, just so you know, and it's not related to my "Fate of the Boys" story in any way shape or form. So, Simon and Piggy remain dead and Jack is fourteen, not seventeen. This story is mostly about Jack, but Roger will be an important character in it too. Anywho, without further adieu, here is the first chapter of "Neverland."

I don't belong here.

This is a place for crazy people. Nut jobs. Wackadoos. This is no place for Jack Merridew! What was I thinking? A therapist! What could a therapist do that I couldn't? I'll tell you what. Slap a label on my forehead and ship me off to a mental hospital! Bloody fucking shrink.

A paranoid bipolar schizophrenic and pyromaniac? Me?! Come on! What the hell? I say a few too many things about the island, my nightmares, and the beastie that's developed a habit of visiting me when there's nobody else around and that's what I get? My parents dropped me off at the institution about ten minutes ago. One of the overly cheerful nurses has been telling me about what I can and can't do here and the other patients.

"There are only two patients your age," Nurse Mia tells me. I'm confused.

"Excuse me, but the head doctor told my parents that there were three my age." I interject.

"There was. Until recently."

"What do you mean?" I ask worriedly.

"Ralph was a very depressed boy." She answers sadly. Ralph? I decide not to ask anymore questions about that. That's a really common name. It can't be the same Ralph. "Anyways, I'm told you might know one of them." She says cheerfully. We walk into a large white room which I think is supposed to look like a living room. I see a lot of teenagers, a few younger kids. There's a girls with black hair, pale skin, rosy cheeks, and bright green eyes that looks suspiciously familiar curled up on the couch. She looks about my age and is certainly very pretty, but seeing as she's talking to herself, I'm far from interested. Pretty doesn't take you far when you live in a nut house. "Where is that boy?" The nurse mutters.. Nurse Mia's eyes scan the room and stop on an angry looking boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes. A boy I know. "Ah, there he is! That boy over there is Roger." She says.

"Yes I know, I've met him before." I reply, sounding bitter.

"Good! Why don't you go talk to him?"

"I'd rather not." I answer glaring at him. Roger had starred as the beast in many of my nightmares about the island recently. The way he could kill a person without so much as the smallest amount of remorse disgusts me and sends a shiver of fear down my spine at the same time.

"Okay then," She says, "Why don't you try talking to Lizzie?" She gestures to the girl talking to herself.

"I don't think so."

"Why not?" Nurse Mia asks curiously/

"She's talking to herself!" I say harshly.

"Just try it." She encourages me.

"What's wrong with her?" I ask.

"She's a schizophrenic. Like you!" Great. So at some point I'll be the whack job talking to himself? "But she's also mentally disabled, so it affects her a little worse than it'll probably affect you. Most days she acts like a fourteen year old, but recently she's been five or six most of the time."

"And what's wrong with Roger?" I ask nervously.

"I really wish you wouldn't ask like that." She answers.

"Fine. Why is Roger here?" I repeat, slightly aggravated at her hesitation to tell me.

"Um, well, Roger, he's a sadistic psychopath." She admits sheepishly. That doesn't sound good.

"I think I'll go talk to Lizzie." I say.

"Good plan," she says, patting me on the back as I walk away.

I walk up to the girl, Lizzie. Her brow is furrowed in concentration as she continues the conversation with herself. One second she's whispering in a sweet little girl voice, the next, a deep angry voice. It's kinda freaking me out. I decide to interrupt her before I go running for the hills.

"Hi," I say. SHe snaps out of the weird trance she was in and smiles a 1000-watt smile.

"Hi! I'm Lizzie Monroe!" she exclaims. "I've never seen you before."

"I just got here today. My name is Jack Merridew." She crumples up her face.

"Jack." She repeats in a deep, serious voice that sounds eerily like Roger's. Then she starts giggling. "You made a funny face."

"I did not!" I yell defensively. She giggles again.

"You're funny. We're gonna be the bestest of best friends Jacky, I just know it!" I smile weakly.

"Great." I say sarcastically. She does the 1000-watt smile again and proceeds to tell me every single little detail about her. This is going to be a long day.

So there it is! For those of you who don't know, a schizophrenic is a person who's mind kind of distorts reality from what it really is. So basically, one day you could be forty years old and an acountant with a family and a dog and the next day you could be fifteen and a cat person. You would still recognize everyone, but they wouldn't mean the same to you. So Jack could hate Roger one day, then be his best friend the next day. They also imagine things that aren't there. jack thinks that a beast visits him but he's really just imagining that it's there and Lizzie was having a conversation with a person who she thought was there but really wasn't. A psychopath is someone who is born without a conscience and can't experience love or many pleasant emotions. They're angry most of the time and never feel bad about what they do. I think most of you know this, but a pyromaniac is someone who is obsessed with fire. I think that's about all you need to know. I need reviews if you want me to continue, which I hope you do cuz I really like writing about Jack and Lizzie. So review please!