Author's note: I replaced chapter 7 with a real chapter, not 'A Writers Plea for Help', since I have a beta for this story now. So read the real chapter 7 before you read this!

Three years have passed by and we were finishing our majors. I had wanted to move in with Jonathan, but he insisted that it would affect the longevity of our relationship, according to studies and statistics. So, I was still with Michelle and Austin. Michelle had dropped out of college after sophomore year to attend beauty school, but still lived with us. Austin and I saw it coming, but her parents were none to pleased. Austin himself, was well on track to becoming an elementary teacher. A few months before graduation, I secured a spot at a local radio station. I started working the graveyard shift for Djs, two to five in the morning, eventually I moved up to Friday and Saturday nights after we graduated. When I worked the graveyard shifts, sometimes Jonathan would wake up early and bring me snacks and keep me company. When he would leave, he'd go back to bed for a few hours and start his day. I loved how he took time out of life to make mine a little brighter. Despite his no-rule breaking mentality, when I was strapped for time, he'd do my homework for me.

Even though I didn't move in with Jonathan, I spent most of my free time with him, either on a date or just hanging around at his apartment. We never literally slept together, which he saw as something reserved for marriage life. Early on, I did get offended by these practices, but when I started meeting psych his friends, they assured me that he was really doing it for our relationship. We both wanted our relationship to last. Whether that ended in marriage, I wasn't sure what he thought.

Remember when I said things started to get worrisome between me and Jonathan when he told me about removing chunks of brains? I take it back, this is when things got worrisome. The time had come for our final finals. For Jonathan, that meant an experiment that he said would make or break him. He had gotten so involved in this in it, that he began to set up a lab in his home office and work late into the night. Whenever I was there I constantly smelled chemicals. Michelle joked that he was making a meth lab.

One night, I was sitting on his couch, watching his barely used TV (he had satellite, I didn't). As his deadline approached, he hardly spent time with me, but I still came over. I was worried that the chemicals he worked with could harm him and wanted to be near if anything happened. Suddenly, I heard a gush of released air coming from his office. I began coughing and wheezing as thick gas entered the room and my lungs. I looked at the TV and saw some kind of decaying creature crawl out of it. It hissed and growled at me, sending maggots flying everywhere. I scrambled to get away from the creature, the gas messed with my vocal cords, rendering me unable to scream. Out of nowhere, Jonathan grabbed me from behind the couch and carried me outside.

"What the hell just happened, Jonathan?" I exclaimed hoarsely, coughing and breathing deeply. He was wearing some kind of gas mask, which he took off.

"That was my experiment, I didn't mean to set it off..." He said, slightly embarrassed. "At least it works…"

"What do you mean it works?"

"It's meant to induce fear by creating hallucinations. I will need a fear catalyst if I ever want to study fear."

"How do you know it's not toxic? My lungs and throat are on fire!" I said, holding my chest.

"I made it myself, Addison. I know what it can do." Jonathan asserted.

"Are doctors even allowed to experiment on humans anymore?"

"It is still legal to experiment on humans as long as they agree."

"I hate to break it to you, Jonathan, but know one will agree to this."

"I'll make them." He said, almost growling. There was a change in his eyes, as though Jonathan wasn't in there. It was evil and I didn't like it.

I quickly left, without Jonathan's protest. I put the incident behind me as much as I could and focused on graduating for the next few days. I bought my cap, gown, and cord of white, along with my graduation dress. As I set out my graduation attire on my bed, there was a knock at the door. I was the only one at the apartment and answered it. It was Jonathan and he looked terrible, as though he hadn't slept in days.

"Can I come in?"

I nodded and let him pass, sitting on the couch together. "I am so sorry about what happened the other night. I didn't mean to hurt you in anyway, or scare you. It truly was an accident and I feel terrible. I destroyed the experiment and I came up with a more ethical one. Can you forgive me?"

"I do Jonathan, but…you scare me sometimes. I know how passionate you are about your work and I love that about you, but please, can you be more ethical?"

"Science is not about being ethical." Evil flashed in his eyes for a split second, but he controlled it. "You're right, I'm getting away with myself. Let's just put this behind us and forget about it."

On the last Friday of December, we all graduated college. For Austin it meant a job teaching fourth grade at Gotham Elementary and for Jonathan, it was on to grad school to become both a psychiatrist and abnormal psychology professor. I had no idea how he would do that, I knew he could. Like when we graduated high school, Jonathan and I paired together, this time, it was much more amicable. As we threw our caps in the air, Jonathan kissed me.

At the end of the night I wondered about the rest of my life. I dreamed about marrying Jonathan, living a trendy life and he would cure all sorts of mental illnesses. Oh how wrong I was.