Okay, I think that this is the longest chapter in this story so far. Yay! And, I may have forgotten to mention this in the last chapter, I decided that they're in a group home instead of a mental hospital. I don't think that a mental hospital would give their patients as much freedom as I'm planning on giving my characters, like a TV, occasional visits to the libary for everyone except Roger, movie nights, computer privileges, etc. Anyways, I kind of want to murder Fanfiction right now. It's a very tempting thought. Why? Cuz it won't let me read my freaking reviews! I've gotten eight reviews for all my stories since yesterday, but Ican't look at any of those new ones, and there's reasons why I am incapable of reading my email to read said reviews, so I'm sorta screwed. Anywho, let's start the story shall we. You'll see a little glimpse of fourteen year old Lizzie.
For the past week I've been doing my best to avoid Roger. One of the few things I kept from the shrink was how often I thought about killing on the island. The arguments just got me so angry, that the idea crossed my mind often, and was very appealing. Mostly Roger, who was too annoyingly obedient, occasionally Ralph, Piggy, or Simon. Wrapping my hands tightly around their scrawny little necks, cutting them open like a pig. It would've been so easy, so inconsequetial, it became so tempting. But I couldn't. I wouldn't! I had to hold on to my humanity, do everything in my power not to become a monster. I could never do that to a person. So I would storm off into the woods, throw a tantrum, kill a pig, anything to resist the temptation, the itching feeling clawing at my insides. But here, now, with nowhere to run, I fear I would give into temptation and- bye bye Roger.
I spend all the time I can with Lizzie. She more than just amuses me. I am actually beginning to enjoy talking to her. I have more fun with her than I did with any of my choir friends. Even though most of the time she thinks and acts like a six year old, there are times when she snaps back into reality, has moments of clarity, and acts fourteen. Not always the smartest fourteen year old, but a fourteen year old all the same. And those times, those times are interesting, for reasons I really don't care to explain. Not that I can, I'm not exactly sure what it is. Whatever it is, I'm not so sure I like it.
She's been drifting in and out of said reality all day today. More than a little confusing, but still pretty fun. I'm in the middle of a conversation with six year old Lizzie when Roger walks up behind the couch we're sitting on.
"Hello guys," He says, a half smile creeping up his dark, sinister face. "Jack, good to see you buddy. Sure has been a while."
"Yup. Sure has," I say awkwardly. A while isn't quite long enough for me.
"Last time I saw you, you were facing some issues with the police," Roger replies. He glances at Lizzie and chuckles. "See your prospects haven't gotten much better." He turns to Lizzie, "Hey Neverland, how ya doin'?" He asks condescendingly. She glares.
"Why don't you just fuck off Roger," she says, not in her sweet little girl voice, but in her big girl Lizzie voice. Roger smirks.
"Back with us are ya Brainless? Hey, how's the big brother?" Her eyes begin to water slightly and she hugs her knees to her chest. I rise to my feet, towering several inches taller than him, and turn to face him, glaring.
"What the hell is your problem?" I bark.
"My problem? What's yours? Do you not remember the island? Gee, I wonder how Piggy's doing. And that littlun that went missing during your fire. I wonder what happened to him." That. Is. Low. I launch myself at him. Fists fly, both of us landing aimless punch after aimless punch. Lizzie jumps over the back of the couch and starts yelling at us.
"Knock it off guys! Jack get off him! The nurses could come in any second!" She grabs my fist with one hand and yanks back on the collar of my shirt with the other one. Roger leaps to his feet and shoots me a malicious sneer.
"Better watch your step Merridew. Your little girlfriend won't always be there to do it for you," he warns, then stalking out of the room.
"You've got to be more careful," Lizzie says. I sigh.
"I will." She grins. We sit on the couch pretty much silently for a few minutes. Suddenly, Lizzie's eyes and face change, reverting back to six year old Lizzie.
"Jack, your lip's got a boo-boo on it," she tells me, pointing to my lower lip. I run my hand across it and sure enough, it's bleeding. Her big green eyes are wide with concern. "Do you need a Band-Aid Jacky?" I chuckle.
"No, I'll be fine." She grins. Then out of nowhere, she smacks her hand over her mouth. "What's wrong?"
"I said a bad word," she whispers. Then she gasps and slaps her other hand over my mouth. I push it away and laugh.
"What're you doing?" She looks around to make sure there's no one around.
"You did too!" She whispers loudly. She gets up from the couch, goes into the bathroom, and returns with two bars of soap. I open my mouth to ask what she's doing and she shoves one of the bars into my mouth. Then she shoves the other into her own. I spit it out and wipe the foul taste on my tongue off on my sleeve.
"What was that?" I laugh.
"You had to clean your potty mouth." Lizzie explains, taking her soap out of her mouth.
"Thank you very much," I reply sarcastically. She smiles her 1000-watt smile.
"You're welcome," she answers cheerfully, skipping off to her room. This has been a very interesting day, I think, trying my best not to consider where that bar of soap had been before getting stuffed in my mouth.
Eh? So what'd you think? I still want you to review this, cuz I still know when I get reviews, I just can't read em. And once I sort this whole thing out, it would be nice if there were some happy little reviews waiting for me. If there's something you really wanna know or something you really gotta tell me, feel free to PM me, I will happily reply to whatever your wondering. SO, yea, review, and I'll see ya next time!