Okay, here is the fourth part…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters. They belong to NBC and Crane, Bright, and Kauffman. I am just using them for entertainment and so you cannot sue me:)
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THE FLASHBACK ATTACK
Scene: Where we last left off…
Monica jerked the door to her and Rachel's apartment and stood there, crying her eyes out. She was terrified of what happened just a couple of minuets ago. She was just sitting in Central Park, minding her own business when all of a sudden…
Chandler just stood there. Monica was standing by the door, crying. His anger melted and he quietly went over and embraced her. She let him and as soon as she touched him, she couldn't stop crying.
The others looked at each other, not wanting to know what had happened earlier. They rushed to Monica, who was clinging to Chandler, and talked to her, quietly, trying to soothe her. But that just made it worse.
Monica couldn't stop. She tried but every time she saw that voice and that face, she starting weeping all over again. Chandler led her to the couch and he others followed. As soon as he let Monica down, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
The instant Chandler saw that look of loneliness his heart broke. He wasn't mad at her anymore he was terrified. He wanted to know what had happened, wherever she went. But at the same time, he was afraid. He sat down beside Monica and held her close, trying to calm her down. When she finally did, she started trembling and he felt her body turn to ice. He told Joey to go get her a blanket and Phoebe to get her a cup of warm tea.
Monica was very grateful to Chandler who was trying to help her. Once she calmed down, Chandler let go of her and everyone started yelling at her. "Where the HELL have you been?" or "Monica, what were you thinking?" or "What happened Monica?" The last question was from Chandler. He whispered it to her above all the commotion. She looked at him and saw a look of calming in his eyes. She got her strength from him and thought back just 15 minuets ago, in Central Park…
*****
Monica couldn't stop crying. She was afraid she had lost her best friend. If he had told her not to take the pills, she wouldn't have. Thank god I didn't take them. She looked down and saw a shadow over her. She turned around and saw someone standing behind her. She couldn't see his face but she had an instinct he was standing there the whole time, watching and waiting.
"Excuse me? Can I help you?" Monica asked. "Yes, yes you can help me," the stranger had growled in a low face. He stepped in front of her and Monica saw his face. He had a cruel face. His eyes were and icy shade of pure black. He looks like a killer, Monica thought. But she didn't know how close to the truth she was. Without another word, he attacked her, out of the blue. He pushed her to the ground and held her there. "NO! NO! Let go of me! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" Monica screamed. "Don't bother," her attacker had said. "There is no one around to save you. Who in the right mind would hang around Central Park at night? And alone too…" He chuckled. "Say your good byes…" Monica couldn't hear the rest. She was too busy looking at the sharp butcher's knife he produced from his trench coat. She then thought of the last few hours. I can't believe I would do something that stupid. Something that selfish. Thank god Chandler came in when he did. Chandler… Oh Chandler! I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me… Good-bye Chandler. Please forgive me. Monica didn't even think to say good-bye to her other friends. No, no! Monica thought. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve to die. I'm too young. I got my whole life ahead of me. With that, she got her courage and somehow, pushed him off of her with her freakishly strong strength and the next thing she knew, her friends were comforting her…
***
Monica finished her terrifying experience and looked up at her friends who were quite shocked. Ross and Joey went over and squeeze Monica's left and right hands. Phoebe was trying to calm her down, by massaging her back. Rachel kept patting Monica's back telling her everything was going to be okay. Only Chandler stood there. He was petrified. He couldn't believe something like that would happen to Monica, his best friend. He was feeling so guilty. If he hadn't yelled at her before, she wouldn't have run out and have gotten attacked by that maniac. He felt miserable.
Monica closed her eyes. Everyone thought that she was crying because of what had happened earlier. That incident just showed her how much her life meant. But the truth was she was crying because of her worst fear coming true. Her worst fear of losing her best friend. She HAD lost him. She knew he was mad at her for making such a stupid almost-decision and Monica thought he stopped becoming her best friend, that there was distance between them now. That's crazy, a voice inside said. But she was stubborn. She wouldn't listen to that voice. She looked up and saw Chandler by the table, looking miserable as she felt. She quietly got out of Rachel's embrace and went over to Chandler, who was hiding his face from her. When he heard someone coming, he turned around and saw Monica. She held him tight, and he whispered in her ear, "I'm so sorry, Monica. Please forgive me." "No, Chandler, I'm sorry. I know what I was about to do was really selfish on my part and that there are other ways of treating depression…" her voice faded out. "Just don't do anything like that ever again," Chandler forcefully whispered in her ear. " I was so scared Monica. You had no idea." "I'm sorry, Chandler."
Monica and Chandler let go of one other and looked at their friends, who were listening to every word they said. Monica smiled. My depression is over, she thought. She looked at Chandler who had gone over to the refrigerator, and thought, Thank you Chandler. You have no idea how much you helped me in these past months. "I think I'm going to call it a night," Monica said, happily. She heard various 'goodnights' and Ross asked her if she was going to be okay. She nodded and started for her room. Right before closing it, she glanced at Chandler, who was trying to open a jar of jam for Joey, and whispered, "I will be okay. I just thank God that I didn't lose him..."
OKAY THIS WAS SHORTER THAN USUAL, SORRY
NO CLIFFHANGERS THIS TIME
WHAT HAPPENES NEXT?
STAY TUNED…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters. They belong to NBC and Crane, Bright, and Kauffman. I am just using them for entertainment and so you cannot sue me:)
FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED
THE FLASHBACK ATTACK
Scene: Where we last left off…
Monica jerked the door to her and Rachel's apartment and stood there, crying her eyes out. She was terrified of what happened just a couple of minuets ago. She was just sitting in Central Park, minding her own business when all of a sudden…
Chandler just stood there. Monica was standing by the door, crying. His anger melted and he quietly went over and embraced her. She let him and as soon as she touched him, she couldn't stop crying.
The others looked at each other, not wanting to know what had happened earlier. They rushed to Monica, who was clinging to Chandler, and talked to her, quietly, trying to soothe her. But that just made it worse.
Monica couldn't stop. She tried but every time she saw that voice and that face, she starting weeping all over again. Chandler led her to the couch and he others followed. As soon as he let Monica down, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
The instant Chandler saw that look of loneliness his heart broke. He wasn't mad at her anymore he was terrified. He wanted to know what had happened, wherever she went. But at the same time, he was afraid. He sat down beside Monica and held her close, trying to calm her down. When she finally did, she started trembling and he felt her body turn to ice. He told Joey to go get her a blanket and Phoebe to get her a cup of warm tea.
Monica was very grateful to Chandler who was trying to help her. Once she calmed down, Chandler let go of her and everyone started yelling at her. "Where the HELL have you been?" or "Monica, what were you thinking?" or "What happened Monica?" The last question was from Chandler. He whispered it to her above all the commotion. She looked at him and saw a look of calming in his eyes. She got her strength from him and thought back just 15 minuets ago, in Central Park…
*****
Monica couldn't stop crying. She was afraid she had lost her best friend. If he had told her not to take the pills, she wouldn't have. Thank god I didn't take them. She looked down and saw a shadow over her. She turned around and saw someone standing behind her. She couldn't see his face but she had an instinct he was standing there the whole time, watching and waiting.
"Excuse me? Can I help you?" Monica asked. "Yes, yes you can help me," the stranger had growled in a low face. He stepped in front of her and Monica saw his face. He had a cruel face. His eyes were and icy shade of pure black. He looks like a killer, Monica thought. But she didn't know how close to the truth she was. Without another word, he attacked her, out of the blue. He pushed her to the ground and held her there. "NO! NO! Let go of me! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" Monica screamed. "Don't bother," her attacker had said. "There is no one around to save you. Who in the right mind would hang around Central Park at night? And alone too…" He chuckled. "Say your good byes…" Monica couldn't hear the rest. She was too busy looking at the sharp butcher's knife he produced from his trench coat. She then thought of the last few hours. I can't believe I would do something that stupid. Something that selfish. Thank god Chandler came in when he did. Chandler… Oh Chandler! I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me… Good-bye Chandler. Please forgive me. Monica didn't even think to say good-bye to her other friends. No, no! Monica thought. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve to die. I'm too young. I got my whole life ahead of me. With that, she got her courage and somehow, pushed him off of her with her freakishly strong strength and the next thing she knew, her friends were comforting her…
***
Monica finished her terrifying experience and looked up at her friends who were quite shocked. Ross and Joey went over and squeeze Monica's left and right hands. Phoebe was trying to calm her down, by massaging her back. Rachel kept patting Monica's back telling her everything was going to be okay. Only Chandler stood there. He was petrified. He couldn't believe something like that would happen to Monica, his best friend. He was feeling so guilty. If he hadn't yelled at her before, she wouldn't have run out and have gotten attacked by that maniac. He felt miserable.
Monica closed her eyes. Everyone thought that she was crying because of what had happened earlier. That incident just showed her how much her life meant. But the truth was she was crying because of her worst fear coming true. Her worst fear of losing her best friend. She HAD lost him. She knew he was mad at her for making such a stupid almost-decision and Monica thought he stopped becoming her best friend, that there was distance between them now. That's crazy, a voice inside said. But she was stubborn. She wouldn't listen to that voice. She looked up and saw Chandler by the table, looking miserable as she felt. She quietly got out of Rachel's embrace and went over to Chandler, who was hiding his face from her. When he heard someone coming, he turned around and saw Monica. She held him tight, and he whispered in her ear, "I'm so sorry, Monica. Please forgive me." "No, Chandler, I'm sorry. I know what I was about to do was really selfish on my part and that there are other ways of treating depression…" her voice faded out. "Just don't do anything like that ever again," Chandler forcefully whispered in her ear. " I was so scared Monica. You had no idea." "I'm sorry, Chandler."
Monica and Chandler let go of one other and looked at their friends, who were listening to every word they said. Monica smiled. My depression is over, she thought. She looked at Chandler who had gone over to the refrigerator, and thought, Thank you Chandler. You have no idea how much you helped me in these past months. "I think I'm going to call it a night," Monica said, happily. She heard various 'goodnights' and Ross asked her if she was going to be okay. She nodded and started for her room. Right before closing it, she glanced at Chandler, who was trying to open a jar of jam for Joey, and whispered, "I will be okay. I just thank God that I didn't lose him..."
OKAY THIS WAS SHORTER THAN USUAL, SORRY
NO CLIFFHANGERS THIS TIME
WHAT HAPPENES NEXT?
STAY TUNED…