(Climatic Trumpet Music) the moment you've all been waiting for has finally arrived! The big secret will be unveiled. We will all find out the indentity of Lizzie's dear sweet older brother. Gasp! Wonder who it could be? Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, your feedback made me super duper happy. I can't wait for you all to see what I've got in store. It's all very dramatic. I'm sad to say that this story won't last quite as long as I'd hoped it would, but that doesn't mean it won't still be good, cuz it will be. Lots of drama, Roger gets even more evil, your gonna love. ANyways, here's the chapter, hope you likie!
Well, as much as I really like her, Lizzie and I aren't exactly boyfriend and girlfriend. The whole kissing thing happened a week ago, and we gave the whole dating shebang a shot, but there were... complications. There was this time, we kissed, and she reverted back to little girl Lizzie while we were kissing. It gave a whole new meaning to the word "awkward." So yea, we're just very good friends. For now.
I'm convinced Roger's out to get me now. He's gonna come in the middle of the night and kill me the way he killed Piggy. I gaurentee it. Don't ask me where or how he's going to get a boulder the size of Manhattan, he just will! Meanwhile, my nightmare sontinue. They just keep getting worse and worse. Lately I've been dreaming myself in the place of my victims: Ralph, Samneric, Piggy, Simon, etc. Tonight, I'm the littlun with the mulberry birthmark.
Chaos breaks loose as the biguns' signal fire grows into a raging inferno. Countless boys scream and terror is thick in the air. The boys all stampede over me in a rush to escape with their lives. I lie there for a few seconds, completely shell-shocked, then clammer unsteadily to my feet. I find myself alone in the clearing. I try to run after the other boys and catch up to them, but it's too late. A massive wall of red-hot flames encircles the entire meadow, trapping me inside. Long thick tendrils of smoke reach out to claw at me, luring me in. 'Come to me' it whispers 'It will all be all right. Just come.' Soon the tendrils inflate and I can see nothing but blazing blackness all around. My eyes burn and water. I cough and sputter, choking and gasping for air. Ash falls like snow over the burning meadow. I feel the smoke clouding my mind, and as the blood rushes to my head, making it pound and beat rhythmically like the steady beat of a drum, everything. Goes. Black.
I bolt up into a sitting position, panting hard and drenched in a cold sweat.
"Just a dream. It was just a dream." I reassure my self. I feel suffocated in this tiny room. I need to get some air. Like, now. I tip-toe across the room, being careful not to wake my snoring roommate.
I walk through the hall aimlessly, trying to calm myself. This has become a regular occurence for me. I don't know what it is about this place, but ever since I got here, I've dreamt even more about that god forsaken hell-hole that calls itself an island. Maybe it's because of Roger. His being here just sets me off. I suddenly see movement up ahead of me, someone lurking in the shadows.
"You're awful smug aren't you?" A voice says. I jump back in shock. Speak of the devil!
"What are you talking about Roger?" I ask sleepily. His face remains hidden behind a cold, hard, emotionless mask.
"Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about."
"Nope." He raises an eyebrow at me.
"You really don't know do you?" He says in surprise. I shake my head.
"No! That's what I've been trying to tell you!" I exclaim in exhasperation. What does this freak think he's playing at?
"Wow. That's sad." He comments.
"What's sad?"
"You're the best of friends with sweet little Lizzie, but you don't have any idea who she really is." He explains.
"And who would that be?" I ask, humoring him.
"Let's play a game." He says.
"Who are you, the joker?" He laughs humorlessly.
"Haha, very funny. Who do we know with the last name Monroe?" He asks.
"Uh, Lizzie?"
"Other than her. Don't tell me that name didn't ring a bell," He says. Come to think of it, it did! "You know, now that I really think about it, I do believe there was a boy in choir with us with the last name Monroe. And he looked pretty similar to Lizzie as well."
"Who was that?" Roger ignores my question.
"He was on the island with us too."
"Seriously Roger, there were a lot of boys from the choir on the island. Who are you talking about?" I ask impatiently.
"I'm sad to report, he didn't make it off the island." Roger says, pretending to be sad. "Any ideas who that might be?"
"Not a one," I reply. He chuckles.
"You are even stupider than I thought you were. Lizzie Monroe is Simon's precious baby sister." He tells me. My eyes practically pop out of my skull and my jaw drops. My bubble has officially been burst. "You know, that kid we all viciously tore to pieces."
"No. No, she can't be."
"Too bad, cuz she is. You've got some nerve hanging out with her after the way you brutally murdered Simon, the only member of her family that truly cared about her. The only one that ever visited her. How do you live with yourself?" He shakes his head at me and vanishes into his room. ONe question continues to bounce around in my head: How can I live with myself?
Okay, so not the longest chapter ever, but it's still pretty good I hope. Did you like the surprise? I thought it would be just perfect to make Lizzie the little sister of someone Jack killed, and who better than Simon? Hope you liked, please review, and if you get the chance, it would be much appreciated if you responded to my poll. I'll update as soon as I can, peace out people!