AN: What is this? Another update? Less than a year after the last one! Even less than a month?! What is going on you may think. But don't worry it is not some evil trick, it's the sixth chapter all ready to be read - and from Billie's point of view no less ;)

It's a couple hundred words shorter than the last chapter, but really I didn't think you'd mind, after this record breaking update hahaha!

Billie - JUNE

She could barely keep her eyes open, which was a bit of a problem since she was working and someone would come up to her every five minutes to ask her about some book they couldn't find on their own. The library was the perfect place to study, just not when you were one of the only two librarians on work.

She'd brought some of her own school books and study notes, but so far she hadn't managed to read more than half a page. Most of all though, it came down to the fact that she had barely slept through the night. Every two hours she'd woken up because of some nightmare.

It was the same one that had ruined her nights over and over again. And it wasn't so much a nightmare as it was a horrible, decade old memory. The night that her only sister Christy had been taken so easily from her life, had haunted her sleep periodically ever since. The nightmares had been most frequent in the year after Christy had been kidnapped, but she still got them every once in a while - most noticeably she had them at times in her life where she felt really happy, almost as a cruel reminder that one's life could turn on a dime and that no one was safe.

Her eyes were almost drifting shut again when someone threw a book on the counter, she looked up to see a black haired guy about her age, who was most definitely checking her out. She was wearing a black top with gold patterns and dark blue shorts, and had spent more time in front of the mirror than she'd like to admit - but not in the hopes that some college boy would look at her twice, it was all for Phoebe.

"What can I help you with?" She asked politely, and spent the next minutes trying to find him a newer edition of some histology book he was looking for.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, she pulled it out discreetly and a smile quickly replaced her annoyed expression when she saw it was a text from Phoebe.

I'm almost there.

Sweet! Can't wait to see you!

Minutes later she'd nearly fallen asleep again, when someone gently touched her shoulder. For a horrible second she thought it was college boy back again to stare at her some more. But when she turned around, she was quite pleased to see Phoebe standing there instead.

"Hey!" She exclaimed and threw her arms around her date, which was a little awkward with the library counter between them. "I get off in like ten minutes okay? You can sit here."

"Sure." Phoebe said and sat down on a chair next to her.

Billie felt so much more awake and alive now that the other woman had arrived, but she must have still looked tired, because Phoebe leaned over and touched her cheek lightly.

"Are you okay Billie? It looked like you were about to pass out when I got here."

"I'm fine, much better now that you're here." The blonde said and felt her cheeks warm up, "I was just studying till really late, and when I finally went to bed, I umm, I just didn't sleep really well." Didn't sleep really well, was a far cry from waking up every hour, because the worst thing that had ever happened to you kept replaying itself over and over in your mind. But she didn't want to burden Phoebe with that, especially since there was really nothing to do about it.

Phoebe's hand dropped from her cheek and instead grabbed one of her hands.

"I forgot, when was your last exam before the summer?"

"Umm," Billie muttered, her eyes stuck to where Phoebe was drawing circles on the back of her hand, "this Wednesday, at eleven am."

"And then no school till September?" The brunette inquired, "What are you going to be doing all those months?"

Billie laughed, "You mean beside these thrilling library shifts and spending time with you? I actually sent an application as a receptionist at this company that gives out information about vaccines, so I'm really hoping to hear back from them, it would be good money."

"You will be the very best receptionist." Phoebe decided and kissed the blonde on the forehead. "Now come on, it is exactly 12 pm and you are officially off duty."

They left the library walking hand in hand, something that Billie saw people noticing and her pulse quickened at the thought that anybody who saw their joined hands would think that they were together, something that both made her happy and excited, but also made her worry. Was she ready for other people to know about them, about her? And was Phoebe?

She was about to ask when she noticed something else.

"Phoebe where did your bruise go?"

The older woman stopped walking so abruptly that Billie bumped into her.

"Oh, my bruise?" She recovered and carefully let some hair fall across her forehead. "I just ... Heal really quickly?" She said which almost sounded like a question.

"Okay?" Billie thought and tried to catch a better look at her date's skin. There was no sign of the blue and red bruise that had adorned Phoebe's forehead the last time they had been together, and although that was three days ago there should have still been something there.

"I mean I obviously also covered it up a little, but I guess I must have been a lot better at that than I thought!" She stated, sounding like she was trying to convince herself more so than Billie.

For a second it almost felt like Phoebe was lying to her, but why would she have any reason to? Billie thought and decided to let it go. Instead they continued walking hand in hand across campus into the warm summer.

She was dead on her feet, when she finally made it home late in the evening. She and Phoebe had left the movies almost an hour ago, and the brunette had dropped her off at the college, giving her a kiss that made Billie's toes tingle.

Now here she was, back in her room staring at the towering pile of books she had yet to read through before her last exam. She'd told Phoebe that she couldn't see her before Wednesday because of all the work she had yet to do.

She'd not be reading anything before she had slept for a good eight hours though, she thought to herself, and started getting ready for bed, her eyes half closed struggling to stay open long enough for her to put on something to sleep in.

When she finally laid down in bed, she fell asleep almost immediately.

...

She slept well for the first couple of hours which was a relief. But at 04.37 she woke up panting, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

Green eyes darted towards the window, almost as if she was expecting a man to be standing there, ready to take her away. She tried closing her eyes again, but the image of him hovering over Christy's bed was seared into her mind.

Leaning over her bed, she turned on the light and grabbed the notebook and pen that were laying on her bedside table. Opening it up, she came face to face with a bunch of symbols and figures. Quite recently her decade old nightmare had changed - not what happened, that was always the same. But she had started to notice things in her dream that she hadn't before.

The man who had taken Christy, had been wearing a west which made his tattoos that much easier to see. The thing was though, that the night it had happened, Billie had been so surprised and afraid that she hadn't noticed anything else other than the fact that he had tattoos. Now though, in her dreams, she had started to actually see and remember what they looked like and for the last couple of nights she had tried to draw them.

It was much harder than she had thought it would be, because the images started fading as soon as she woke up, and it didn't make it easier that she didn't recognize any of the tattoos, they were odd symbols that she had never seen before, so it was hard for her to recreate them.

Despite that, they were starting to resemble something and a couple of the ones she had drawn looked exactly like the ones she saw in her dream.

Their resemblance was just one of her problems, another was finding out what to even do with the information. What was she going to do with all these doodles? Hand them over to the police? As if they would believe that she could remember what they even looked like? Maybe they didn't even look like this, maybe these symbols were just something her mind had made up, the result of an eight year olds traumatic experience.

Still, they felt important to her. And despite it being thirteen years since her sister disappeared, Billie felt a surge of hope. Of course she wasn't stupid enough to believe that Christy was still alive, she had stopped believing that several years ago. But she still felt like there was something more to the mystery of her sister's disappearance.

Back when it had happened, the police and everyone else believed that it had been a kidnapping, and her mother or father had been waiting half dead with worry, beside the phone for almost ten days straight, waiting for a call and a ransom that would never come.

Whoever of Billie's parents that wasn't on phone duty, was searching for Christy everywhere with almost the entire town at their command. For weeks neighbors, family and friends had walked the forests and fields thin in their search for the oldest Jenkins girl.

When no new leads had been found in two weeks, the police started believing that it had not been that kind of kidnapping, and had basically told Billie's parents that their oldest daughter was most likely lying dead in a ditch somewhere.

Her parents had never accepted that possibility and they kept searching for their missing girl months and years after everyone else had stopped. Back then, her parents were almost never home and Billie had many times wondered, if they would have even noticed if she had gone missing as well.

Stopping her trail of thoughts before they continued on to how she had pretty much felt like her parents had abandoned her after Christy disappeared, she got out of bed and reached for one of her school books. Going back to sleep was not going to happen, so she might as well get some reading done, she decided and made herself comfortable.

AN: So what did you think of that? Was it good to finally read something from Billie's point of view? Let me know! :D