Put the pitchforks down slowly. I know, I haven't updated in more than a month. Almost two? So you either a) were assembling a mob or b) forgot about me. I'm assuming b), which is worse ;) I also realized my chapters are way too short and aren't getting to the main plot. So, this chapter will being to. :) I took awhile, because, this is something I haven't written before. Hopefully you will get what I'm talking about at the end. :) Anyways, I am very sorry. :D I'm really really scared to post this. But apparently, I'm going to anyways! Please review. They make me happy. :D

Dedication: AMFAN1996 for being the bestest editor/ friend ever. .dust cuz she's my munchkin, and Fluffy, cuz this person can always make me feel better without trying.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Physco

Chapter 5

"Mommy," the little girl cried, "I wanna go home!"

"We will, baby. Soon." her mother replied, looking down at her daughter reassuringly, though there was fear and worry showing in her expression.

"Mommyyyyy," the girl whined again, tears forming in her blue eyes. "I wanna go home now."

Her mother didn't reply as she saw a figure coming towards the two through the thick fog surrounding them. The woman tensed as she pushed her crying daughter behind her, the girl hugging her mother's legs silently, tears escaping her.

"Nice to see you again. Its been too long." a man said as he approached the blond woman and the young girl behind her. He spoke politely, with a smile on his face. Though, his smile didn't reach his black eyes, as they stared cold and unforgiving at the frightened child cowering behind her mother.

"What are you doing here? I told you, that part of my life is over." she stated coldly, without emotion, even though she was fighting to keep her voice steady.

"But think of the possibilities," the man replied persuasively, not at all affected by what she had said as he looked back at the woman. "We could help...achieve...so much with you on our side."

"I've told you to stay away from me. That part of my life is over." the woman repeated, stiffening as her voice shook. "I have a family." She swallowed as she squeezed her daughters hand reassuringly.

"Of course, your special daughter is welcomed as well. She is such an interesting subject." he said smoothly, looking at the young girl again. Her tears had dried on her cheeks, her forehead wrinkled in confusion.

"I won't do that to her again. I made a mistake joining the first time, and I won't make the same mistake again." she began breathing quickly, frightened, but trying not to show it. "I have a husband now. And I love him." she stared into the man's cold eyes while she said this. They changed from cold, to surprise, to hurt, to absolute hate.

"Love?" he scoffed, unbelieving, "You? ...Love a mere powerless, average man?" he said the word with distaste, as if it were a disease he didn't want to catch. "You don't love him." he said rudely, dropping all pretense of being polite.

"You wouldn't know anything about love," she replied angrily, tears beginning to form as she hastily wiped them away.

This didn't faze the man one bit. "If that's how you feel," he said raising his eyebrows and smirking. "Goodbye." he said the word maliciously. His face seemed to flash with confusion, hurt and... indecision? But as soon as it came, it was gone, and the woman fell to the ground, her face frozen forever in the same expression, her eyes blank and staring.

The girl looked down at her mother, confusion filling her face, and tears beginning to form again. Why wasn't mommy getting up? The man walked away, with no regrets- or so he told himself. He turned back to look at the child crying over her mothers lifeless body. "Good luck, Chloe." he said.

He heard the girl scream, but he turned around and walked away anyways, not looking back at her again.

I woke up sweating and panting, tears streaming down my face, my hair a mess. Where am I?, I thought "This isn't my bed..." My heart beat began to quicken before I realized I fell asleep on the couch last night after... after seeing them again.

A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. Who would be at my house at this time? I looked at the clock hanging up on the wall. It was nine in the morning! Oops. That would explain the sunshine streaming in through the curtains.

There was another louder, impatient knock on the door. I groaned as I got up and walked towards it. My jaw dropped as I swung it open.

The man was leaning heavily against the door frame with his arm covering his eyes. He had black hair, reminding me of the man in my dream. I gasped and right when I was about to scream, he took his arm away and looked at me.

I sighed in relief as I saw familiar emerald green eyes instead of the black I had been expecting. Then I realized why they were so familiar. I swallowed.

"Derek?"

"Hey Chloe." he muttered, looking down at his shoes instead of at me.

"Um... Do you want to come in?" I asked unsure, looking everywhere but at his face. I moved out of the way for him to come in. He didn't reply as he made his way into the house.

Derek sat down on the couch I had just woken up in. I looked around the room, realizing what a mess it was, and how I must look. I excused myself as I ran to the washroom. I looked in the mirror. I was right. I looked terrible. My hair was tangled, my eyes were bloodshot, and there were tears on my face.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I'm sure me having washed my face won't exactly make Derek think, Wow, Chloe looks amazing!, but it did make me feel better. I combed out my long blond hair, and, bit by bit, I began to look less... terrified. I couldn't do much about my red eyes right away, so I went back to where he was patiently waiting.

"So..." I said, trying to break the awkward silence between us.

"What happened." he asked, hiding any sort of genuine concern from his voice.

"Nothing," I replied.

Derek gave me a skeptical look and kept pushing. "Chloe..." he said, looking straight at me.

"Its really nothing," I replied, "I just had a nightmare. At least no more dead bodies, right?" I attempted to make a joke.

He didn't laugh. Not even a smile. He just stared at me, his green eyes boring into mine. He didn't have to say anything. I gave up trying to hide it from him and reluctantly plopped down on the couch.

By the time I finished telling him, I was sitting much closer to him than where I'd started, and I was crying into his shirt. Derek didn't say anything, he just had his arm around me and held me as I cried. I felt better just knowing he was there.

But then the moment was over, he pulled away. I scooted further away from him on the couch, apologizing. He didn't reply, just stared at something on the glass table. I followed his gaze and saw the necklace Nate had given me last night. I gulped as he turned to me with his eyebrows raised and got up to get the necklace.

My words were caught in my throat, as I watched him gently pick up the necklace. He looked at the front, where my name was engraved. Please don't turn it around. Please don't turn it around. I chanted in my head. It didn't work. He turned it around, and looked at it for a few seconds. It looked like his expression darkened, but it must have been a trick of the light. I mean, why would he care?

He didn't. He just placed the necklace back on the table without a word and turned to look at me.

"So... what brings you here? Wait, how do you know where I live?" the thought hadn't occurred to me until right then.

Derek chuckled. I loved hearing his laugh. "Dad saw your Aunt Lauren earlier this week. She told us. How do you think Simon knew where to find you?" Oh yeah. The shock of seeing them had me forgetting everything.

"Right. So...um...w-why exactly are you here?" I said tentatively, trying to not sound rude.

"Simon invited you for dinner today right?" Derek replied.

"Yeah, but isn't it nine in the morning?" I asked him, confused. It was nine, right?

"Dad thought there was someone you might want to see." he said with a mischievious smile. I scrunched my eyebrows. Who would I want to see?

"Oh. Okay. Um...I'll just get ready then?" I asked. He nodded as I walked upstairs. I reached the top of the stairs when I remembered something and came back down. "You should eat some breakfast. Grab whatever you want from the fridge, okay?" I told him.

He nodded, got up and headed in the direction of the kitchen. I tried to change quickly, eager to go downstairs again. It didn't work out as planned. I had to change into four or five different outfits before choosing my favourite pair of jeans and a cute top. I looked in the mirror, my eyes and face red. Something on the counter caught my eye. A mascara tube? I stared blankly at it, I'd never felt the need to use makeup until now. Twenty minutes later I was staring at myself in the mirror, my red eyes were less bloodshot, but I couldn't recognize myself, did I put on too much? Not wanting to keep Derek waiting I raced down the stairs and tripped on something lying on the floor. My jacket. Oops. I probably shouldn't have thrown that on the floor after coming home last night. I braced myself to fall on my face but I felt two strong arms grab my waist and pull me back up.

I looked up at Derek, his emerald green eyes sparkling. Woah. I shook myself out of those thoughts, and pulled out of his arms. "Th-thanks." I stammered.

"Be careful." he grumbled as he walked back to the kitchen. I followed him, my eyes growing to the size of saucers.

"Hungry?" I was half-teasing, half-serious. The kitchen counter was piled with plates full of every food imaginable. It smelled amazing. I'm more of a frozen food and microwave kind of girl, so I was in awe.

"Yeah, and I figured you would be too,"he muttered while glancing sideways at me. He probably noticed the glazed look in my eyes, because he just said, "Let's eat."

Derek was an amazing cook. I ate til I was full, which I'll be the first to admit, didn't take long. I watched him shovel food into his mouth without another word. Same old Derek, I thought, smiling to myself.

As soon as he finished eating, I grabbed my coat and we were out the door. The car ride went by without much conversation, but it was a comfortable silence, unlike with Nate.

We got to a middle-class apartment building, when Derek parked and got out of the car. I began to follow him, and I realized, I was nervous. What would Kit think of seeing me again? Who was this person I was going to meet?

Derek looked back to see where I was. He stopped and began to walk back towards me as he realized I stopped following him.

"Derek, I-I can't go there. Wh-what am I going to say? Who am I going to see? What will they say when they see me?" I rambled on and on until he grabbed my wrist and began to pull me towards the building.

"Calm down Chloe. You're overreacting" he said reassuringly, not looking back at me.

"B-b-but what if its not Derek? What if its not fine?" I was freaking out.

"Chloe," he said, turning and looking into my eyes. "It's going to be fine. I'll be with you. I promise."

I took a deep breath. I could do this. It would be fine. Right?

Derek looked at me and when I nodded at him, he knocked on the door.

Kit Bae opened the door with a welcoming grin on his face. I returned it with a nervous smile. Kit pulled me into a bear hug as Derek stepped into the apartment. I stiffened for a second before relaxing and returning his hug.

Derek was smiling knowingly as Kit invited me in to see Tori and Simon. My forehead wrinkled in confusion as I looked at him for an explanation, but he just shook his head.

"Hey Chloe!" Simon and Tori smiled and waved at me. I grinned and waved back happily. Tori sat by my side at the kitchen table while Kit was making breakfast for everyone, though Derek and I had already eaten.

I heard Kit's voice asking me, "So Chloe, how's your Aunt Lauren doing?" Though I assumed he already knew, I answered happily, grateful to have something to talk about.

"She's doing great. I'm sure she would love to see everyone again." I said, smiling cheerfully. "So anything new happening?"

Tori coughed loudly, glaring at Simon. "Are you alright Tori? It sounds like you need a glass of water." Simon said innocently.

I glanced between the two, trying to figure out the looks they were giving each other. I gave up and looked at Derek, but he was just smirking.

The doorbell rang, and Simon jumped up to get it. I heard the murmur of voices, but I couldn't make out the exact words. Derek must have heard, because his smirk grew wider.

Simon came back, his cheeks slightly flushed, his eyes looking somewhat dazed. "That was Elektra. Our next door neighbour," he added, glancing at me. "She invited us all over to her apartment and to go out for dinner."

"So how is Electricity today?" Tori asked sweetly.

"Elektra." Simon corrected her, sending her another glare.

I must have looked out of place, because Simon turned to me and asked, "You are coming, right Chloe?"

I grinned and replied, "Yeah, of course."

Suddenly Tori yanked my arm and pulled me to in front of a closed door.

"What are we doing here, Tori?" I asked, confused.

She waved off my question as she said, "So, what's going on with you and Nate?"

I shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "We broke up."

She nodded knowingly, "Cause of Derek right?" she said understandingly.

"What? No! Not because of Derek! It has nothing to do with Derek! It just... wasn't working out, that's all." I said quickly, flustered.

"Sure," she smirked at me.

I looked away and asked her, "So why did you bring me here?"

"I thought there was someone you would want to see." she said with a genuine smile.

She opened the door, and my jaw dropped. That seemed to be happening a lot lately.

"Hi Chloe!" came a familiar voice.

Dun dun DUN! Who could the voice BE?

Try to guess in your review.

:D