A/N: Trigger Warnings: Suicide and Suicidal Thoughts. Like always pleeeeeaaasse review. I live for reviews. Just tell me what you think! Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Friends
Chandler stood at the edge of the balcony gazing at the lights of New York. He seemed to be in his own world as he leaned over the edge. To him, the sounds of the traffic below were almost non-existent, not compared to the sounds of life coming from the apartment behind him. All of his 'friends' were in there laughing and goofing around and just being happy. Chandler sighed. Happiness. He hadn't felt that in a while. Sure, the kids around and makes jokes left and right but it's all a mask. Each joke is a cry for help that he doesn't know how to say. I mean, how do you say something like that? Especially to people who probably don't even care about you. Chandler's pretty sure the only reason most of them are friends with him is that he lives across the hall and that he was only friends with Ross in college because of mutual bad hair. At least I'm the comedic relief of the group? He thought. He started and turned around when he heard a roar of laughter and giggles come from the three girls as Joey waved his hands about, obviously telling some story. Nah, they've already got Joey for that. So what am I? He thought back to all of the annoyed looks from his friends when he cracked a joke at the wrong time or any time. I'm the nuisance.
That's what I am. I'm not needed. He turned lifted his leg onto the short wall protecting people from the fall. He grabbed on to the wall next to him and hoisted himself up as he looked below. Such a long way down.
Chandler turned around to look at his so-called friends. They were laughing and eating chips while goofing off. They probably didn't even notice he was gone.
Tears fell down his cheeks as he wondered how long it would take them to notice he was gone. He set his gaze on Monica. She always had a beautiful face.
This is a nice last mental picture. And with that, he stepped backward and fell.
Everything seemed to slow down and as he was toppling backward, he could see Monica look over at him smile still wide on her face, but soon dropping as her eyes widened.
I always loved her smile.
Bye guys.
A/N: If you guys liked this I have another Chandler angst fanfic written, I will try and upload more soon. Shout-out to Paris 3 for being my first reviewer, I wasn't really expecting this fic to get any.
