So yeah, I've been going through a bit of a down period that's why I was thinking of stopping cold turkey. Thanks to those who reviewed—and I'm feeling up again so here's another chapter.

Chapter Six~

When I next wake it's to the smell of coffee and I feel wrapped in something tight and warm and soft. Trying to open one eye, I find the sunlight that lies beyond far too strong so shut them again. I hear footsteps coming from somewhere as I roll over onto my back using my elbows to try and sit up. My head is swimming as I try to stay steady and remember what happened last night—but I can't. The smell of coffee gets stronger as the footsteps grow louder and I hear a voice ask,

"Feeling better?" I know the voice, its Rachel and at that I snap my eyes open to see her worried face staring at me. I'm in my bedroom which is an utter surprise seeing as if I don't remember getting home at all.

"Wha—what happened?" I ask her with a sore throat as she hands me the coffee cup and I take a gulp of it down to wet my dry throat as she explains,

"The club got gassed by Scarecrow, dozens were seriously injured and hundreds more wounded. Nearly everyone was taken to the hospital to be checked over, even me. I found you here in bed thinking you'd been kidnapped or something."

"What about you though?" I ask trying to put the pieces of last night together as she continues,

"I went out to get some fresh air when it happened, but when I went to try and search for you they wouldn't let me back in."

"Wait, you—you found me here?" I ask shakily so that she nods taking a seat on my bed taking one of my hands saying carefully,

"The door was shut when I knocked but unlocked when I tried the handle, I found you right here tucked in and passed out cold. Evie I was so scared you were gone!" she throws her arms around me as I hold her tightly thinking that we both got out lucky; or did we? She pulls back with tears in her eyes as she laughs weakly saying,

"I'll make you the same thing I had this morning, something for a hangover." then she's heading out of my bedroom and I'm left to think. Setting the coffee aside on the table, I change out of the now wrinkled dress and into sweats as I lie back down and bury my face into my pillow only to inhale the same scent from last night. It's faint, but strong enough that I can tell it's there—teasing me.

"Rachel! He was here!" I scream bolting upright at the thought of someone being in my apartment, my bedroom with me, alone. She comes running in from the kitchen at that as I gasp out,

"Last night, I—I was dancing with someone and—before the smoke he put something over my face. I think he helped me but I'm not sure—but he was here Rachel I can tell!" and so I toss the pillow at her and as she gives me a questioning look I plead with her to believe me. Putting the pillow to her nose her eyes grow wide as she stammers out,

"I know this! This is that new cologne that just came out! Oh my god Evie!" I start to whimper at the thought of some guy being in my bedroom with me totally alone as Rachel goes to call the police. Whoever it was had the perfect opportunity to kill me or even rape me—but they didn't. I stand with determination to search incase anything is missing as I hear Rachel on the phone. I find nothing missing from my bedroom and go to the bathroom next. By the time I've made it to the family room Rachel is having a screaming match with whoever is on the other end. She's in my family room pacing about with her cell phone in hand and face flushed with anger.

"Gordon I'm serious someone was in my friend's apartment! No—no we didn't see who because they had already left! Listen, whoever it was had been wearing that new cologne that came out a few weeks ago. Just indulge me and come over to check it out ok? She's beside herself Gordon; it could have been her ex." I enter the kitchen after scanning the family room for anything out of place and for a weird reason think of my medication. So I head over to the kitchen and open the cabinet to search through the pills, actually taken them all out of the bottles.

"Gordon you should see her, she's in total shock right now over it." as I go through the pills I notice one bottle has been filled with tiny green clear pills. I blink trying to recall what they normally look like but can't. Next thing I know after eating breakfast with Rachel who won't stop worrying the police are here checking out my apartment and taking the pillow case and sheets from my bed. Sargent Gordon himself arrives here asking me questions himself but I'm not that helpful. Dressed in a trench coat he looks exhausted beyond words but smiles at both me and Rachel when he comes in.

"Can you think of anything he might have said to you?" he asks finally wrapping up the questioning as I think back and say,

"Yeah, 'It's time to go to sleep'." his eyebrows rise at this glancing up at me repeating what I had just said. I nod and tell him,

"That's all he said to me, I didn't recognize the voice but I know for sure that whoever it was had been wearing that cologne." he nods and standing up says to me taking my hand,

"I hope you feel better Ms. Brookes." then he and his team leave so that Rachel stays behind, not wanting to leave me alone for the rest of the day. We spend half the day watching movies and the other half TV until its dinner time. We're eating take-out when my cell rings and I answer it.

"Ms. Brookes, I need to ask you why you didn't answer back to my email." it's Dr. Crane and panicking I say,

"I—I didn't see it, I—I was in a bit of trouble last night."

"Oh?" he asks with mild interest though there's some sort of cocky knowledge in his voice. I nod as I tell him,

"I was at Remix when—I don't know something happened and I woke up here in my apartment."

"Oh that sounds horrible." he replies with a smart sharp reply as I say,

"Worst is whoever it was had been wearing that cologne that just came out. The police say—"

"Police?!" seemingly choking on the word I stop what I'm going to say next as I turn to a confused Rachel and mouth who it is. She shakes her head in clear warning but I calm down saying,

"Yeah, the police took the sheets from my bed to analyze them." silence follows before he says in a tightly restrained voice,

"And who do you think it was."

"My ex Eddie, he's the only one who might have known where I was." he actually laughs at this, not his cocky 'I know everything ever' laugh but a real laugh so that I say to him turning away from Rachel,

"You sound human when you laugh like that." instantly his laughter dies down as if he was chocking again before he says very softly,

"Thank you Ms. Brookes." for a moment he sounds like a small child so that I reply with a tender voice,

"It's Evie." I can hear Rachel in the kitchen so know she probably isn't listening as I continue,

"When we're not in public Dr. Crane, it's Evie." I hear what I can only call a whimper as he replies back,

"Then its Jonathan." next thing I know he's hung up and left me wondering, what the hell just happened?! That night I take my medication and notice one of them is that green tiny pill but I can't think much on it as I head for bed. Rachel's insisted that she stay overnight so I've made up the couch for her after putting new sheets on my bed.

"If Eddie comes in just scream bloody murder." I say trying to make a joke but she actually turns to me and says in an even but serious tone,

"I might just do that. If he's the one behind this, I really might just do that." I stare at her before I go into my bedroom and I curl into a ball hugging my pillow tightly as I fall asleep to twist and turn about. The smoke in my nightmare is now a sickly greenish color and the voice almost a purr as he sings the hands cold against my skin and the lips against my neck hot. For some reason I feel myself lean into the touch so that the figure of my nightmares chuckles deep in his chest. It sounds so wicked that I feel goosebumps on my skin and start to panic. When I wake up I bolt upright gripping the sheets with white knuckles panting and in a thin sheen of sweat, a silent scream leaving my lungs. I close my eyes and cover them with my hands as I pray I haven't woken Rachel. The strangest and scariest thing is that I can still feel his hands against my body and lips against my neck. The rest of the day I can't bear to tell Rachel, I'm still trying to understand what had happened the night of the club attack and last night. What the hell is going on?!