So, chapter 4 is here, and I think it's pretty dark, decided to leave it on a cliffhanger, just for the lulz :3

See you tomorrow for chapter 5! Reviews are always welcome, they help me with the direction of the story, knowing what people think.

This chapter is completely Rachel, and so will the next chapter! ( I'm writing each chapter on the day I upload, so It's a little busy, will try getting into a habit of having 2 chapters reserved do if I can't get to my computer, I can upload two in a day as compensation!)

Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Rachel sat in her apartment, still shaking.

It was 3am, and she had returned home just a few hours ago, she had clenched on to the ring, and even tried it on a few times.

'Mrs. Geller' She had thought, she liked that, it sounded; right..

But her ex-lover was in what was pretty much an Asylum with makeup, it was a looney bin, and she had sent him there.

Whether it had been out of love, or care, or spite, she couldn't be sure, but she assumed it was the latter.

She'd sold him out, and she felt physically sick, and she couldn't guess what Ross had been feeling.

Any normal girlfriend would've swooned when they had learnt that her boyfriend was unable to live without her, she would've ran to him, made up, and loved him forever.

Not her, she wanted to try and rub in the fact she had hated him, when in reality, somewhere in her subconscious it was because she was scared, and afraid that she wasn't enough to keep Ross away from the 'Hangman's Noose'.

She still hadn't removed the ring.

She wanted to, but it was stuck, not because it had been too small, but because it pained her to think that she really wasn't Ross' Fiancée.

She could've been here with him right now, engaged and happy, in his arms, watching a movie, sharing food, or just talking. Monica would probably be running around planning the wedding to a tee, while her and Ross just sat laughing at her love and care, they could have had each other.

Her thoughts were a jumble.

'If only I'd heard him out, or just reassured him about Mark, or told Mark not to come round.

If I'd been with him more, and not suggested a damned break!'

'But then, he did slee- Oh My God . Ross didn't sleep with her, it hadn't sunk in until now, Ross hadn't slept with her!' Rachel jumped up in the air, letting out a small gleeful chuckle as she did.

'That must've been the reason he went to take his life, I didn't even give him a chance to explain. But that also doesn't explain the fact he told me he had slept with this Xerox girl.'

She decided that she was too sleep deprived to think about this right now, and that she'd go and visit Ross early tomorrow, if she was allowed.

She stood up and headed into her bedroom, slowly closing the door behind her.

She slept with the ring on her finger.

She awoke to the sounds of birds singing, she felt her finger and the ring was there, half in a daze she rolled over and whispered 'Hey you'.

And opened her eyes.

Nothing.

Empty Room.

Empty heart.

She stood up, and grudgingly walked to the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror with a mixture of pity and distress, and got into the shower. She assumed the hot water would do her good, she was wrong.

Rachel had just turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a towel when the door opened and a beaming Ross walked in, strode up to her, and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

'Morning Beautiful' He whispered.

She could do nothing but smile.

'Come on, I wanna show you something!' He chuckled.

'Where are we going Ross?' Rachel asked, unable to hide the excitement in her voice.

Rachel followed him to the kitchen where a beautiful Breakfast had been laid out, next to a lagre bunch of lilies and roses.

They had been going out for two weeks, and Valentines day was here. Ross planned to spoil his wonderful woman rotten. And had made dinner reservations, followed by a starlight picnic in Central Park, and then to see a romantic film at the movies.

Rachel loved it when Ross treated her like a princess. Barry had always been working on Valentines day, and had always just bought her a bunch of $4 flowers from the gas station on the way home, Ross made a huge fuss, and made sure Rachel didn't lift a finger, and catered to her every whim. (Even though she made none, other than to be with him.)

'Ross was a true gentleman.' She'd thought.

And she did nothing but beam all day, Ross was her lobster.

She snapped back to reality, Ross was gone, and wasn't coming back to her, not after what she'd done. She fooled him into thinking that she wanted her relationship back, when really she just panicked and got strange men to take him away.

He must've thought she was a monster.

While she changed, she let a tear drop from her eyes as she removed the ring and put it in it's box, she'd immediately felt that she'd lost a part of her without Ross in her arms. this was as close as she could get, and it pained her more than death itself to lose all ties to him.

She slowly shut the door behind her and headed into the street, she hailed a cab, and handed the address of the place Ross was in to the driver, he simply nodded and headed off.

Rachel tried hard not to think about Ross on the way there, she had spent the good majority of the night in tears and mental conflict as to what to do.

She knew she needed Ross, probably more than he needed her, and even if he shot her down today, and told her to get out, she was going to sit next to him, hold his hand, and let him do what he wish.

She'd sit through verbal abuse and even threats from him if she had to.

She had to do something about the way she was feeling about this, if she didn't the monster inside of her would consume her and drag her into the dark abyss that was her mind.

The cab driver came to a sudden halt and announced their arrival. Rachel handed the man a handful of notes and climbed out of the Taxi. She found the receptionist at the entrance and asked for Ross' room, she asked what relation she had to him, and so she simply said she was the one that found the note he had left, and had helped get him here.

The receptionist smiled and handed Rachel a set of directions on a small piece of crumpled paper.

His eyes were closed, and he looked so peaceful.

She assumed that they had sedated him and that he'd been asleep a while.

Rachel didn't expect to be as distraught as she was; she could see a red mark around Ross' neck.

From where the noose had sat, waiting to take him from her.

She stepped up to him, without thinking, grabbed his hand and placed her lips to his forehead.

A pair of dark brown eyes worked themselves open slowly.

'Mon?' Ross' croaky voice made Rachel's insides churn, she was the cause of him being like this. She stepped backwards to try and avoid his sight, but to no avail, his piercing gaze caught her; and she was frozen, and she couldn't of moved if she'd wanted to.