Chandler stared down at his hand. He was going to do it. No-one was here to stop him. No-one cared. He had been missing for hours, at least.
Chandler stared down again at the pills in his hand and then felt his strength leave him as he sat on his bed, still clutching the pills as his bed creaked, old and nearly broken. This choice, if he chose to make it, would change everything. Not just his life, but everyone in his life too.
Screw it, right? No-one was really in his life anymore. No one cared. If they cared, they would be there, wouldn't they?
They would stop him. Why weren't they there? They would actually be in his life. He would not even have a life for them to be in, if he did this. Where had it really gone wrong? His childhood?
That was pretty awful, so he was sure that was at least part of it.
And then there was Kathy. Kathy, his friend's girlfriend who had walked straight into his life and swept him off his feet, almost ruining his friendship with Joey. Joey had been… mad.
Mad an understatement.
But then he had said fine, he was cool with it, and then he was dating her. Chandler was dating Kathy. Chandler and Kathy. That sounded right to him, meant to be. But then along came Nick.
Kathy slept with Nick.
His heart was broken. He had never been in love, but he was pretty sure he had loved her. But like every person he had, she had left him… Apart from Monica. Monica was his best friend, no question, although he would never tell Joey that.
She was always there when he needed her.
Except for now.
Which, among other reasons, was why he was standing in his bedroom, almost in tears. With a hand full of pills. Pills that could kill. Pills that would kill. He stood up again, staring at the tiny letters on the pills. They were more powerful than they looked. The tiny things he held in his shaking hands decided his fate.
Life or death.
This thought was strange, the idea of one choice changing everything. Chandler stared at the pills one last time.
Is this what he wanted?
Monica would be devastated. Or would she? She had been avoiding him. Everyone had. They sensed he was different, not himself. And they didn't like that. Monica's living room would always be filled with his jokes.
The room is silent now.
He sighed and considered once again, weighing up the pros and cons of each decision. He could flush the pills down the toilet. Or… he made his last choice and then brought his hand up to his mouth.
Well? You guys make the choice. Is someone gonna stop him? If you guys say no, This won't be a Mondler fic because we will be missing x1 of Chandler. So hurry up and decide, let me know in a review :)