Live Life Like There's No Tomorrow 5
Everything was near unbelievable. Rachel felt she was losing her mind. With gaining Ross, she had lost her two dearest friends. She didn't sleep at all that night.
Rachel entered Monica's quiet apartment. There were not sounds of a guitar tuning, or any 'How you doin's and Yea Baby's.' It was almost scary how strange it was without them. Rachel felt a stream of guilt wash over her. It was her fault Phoebe and Joey were dead.
"Monica?" Rachel hollered. Monica stepped out of her room, blowing her nose into a tissue. She was already suffering from pregnancy hormones; this was the last thing she needed. She looked at Rachel helplessly.
"Their gone." She said sadly. Rachel hurried over to comfort her friend. Rachel patted and rubbed Monica's back, coaxing her to calm down. Monica pulled away and walked to the kitchen.
"Mon, sometimes things happen." Rachel comforted. Monica looked at Rachel sorrowfully.
"But not to us. This wasn't supposed to happen. Phoebe was just getting her songwriting up and Joey was finally getting his big break. And now it's all gone."
Rachel was at a loss for words. There was nothing she COULD say to mend Monica's broken heart at the moment. Rachel stared at Monica and shook her head. She felt so bad. She had been so selfish, but she didn't know that by bringing Ross back she would have to loose two of her dearest friends. Stupid catches.
"Monica, I am sorry. If I could go back and change everything, I would. But I can't." She tried. Monica walked over and sat on the couch.
"I just get this feeling lately. This isn't right. I get all of these feelings. I feel like I am reliving all of this stuff." Rachel wanted to tell Monica everything, but Monica would think she was crazy. No, she couldn't, wouldn't, tell her. She patted Monica's back. She needed time to think.
"Monica, do you want to go with me to the coffee house? We can reminisce." Rachel attempted. Monica shook her head and went into her room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Rachel didn't know what to do; she stood and went down to the coffeehouse.
She was surprised to see the coffee house totally empty. Even the bright color of Gunther's hair was missing. She called around.
"Hello?"
No response. She sighed and went behind the counter. She knew how to make her own coffee, so she started up the machine. Gunther won't mind, she told herself. She listened to the roaring and buzzing of the coffee maker. Rachel looked around for a cup. She found a large yellow one sitting on the counter. She picked it up, but a force made her drop it. She looked around quickly. The place was silent; no movement came around what so ever. She bent down slowly to pick up the shattered pieces. One of the edges cut her hand, and she let out a small shriek. When she stood, she noticed that the room looked different. The chairs had been moved around. She decided that she had had enough, so she grabbed her purse and began out of the Central Perk. She neared the door.
"You're just going to leave us again?" The voice made her freeze in her tracks. She turned around slowly. "Don't leave."
Sitting on the couch, were Joey and Phoebe. Rachel looked at them awkwardly. They look fine.
"Aren't you guys.."
"Dead? Oh, yea, no thanks to you." Joey joked.
"You guys, I didn't think that you would have died that night, I just..."
"We know! You love Ross; he loves you, blah blah! If it's any matter, being dead sucks!" Phoebe stood up facing Rachel. Rachel looked down.
"There is nothing I can do." She said sadly. Phoebe looked sad too.
"Rachel, we're not the ones that should have died that night, you know it. But God hasn't given up on you. You gave up on him. Now, you asked him to prove to you that miracles exist, and he did. But now you need to do what's right."
"How?"
"That's the hard part." Joey began. "We are going to put you back in time again. Only once more. You need to stop us from dying. We aren't supposed to be taken yet." Rachel felt her eyes fill up with tears.
"And Ross? Does he have to go back?" Joey and Phoebe looked down sadly, nodding.
"That's just the way it has to be. As soon as you are done, everything will be the same again. Emma will be four, Bailey will have been born. Everything. I am sorry Rachel." Rachel nodded.
"Okay. Let's do this then." She said wiping her eyes.
"Rachel, we love you, and will see you in, five minutes."
Before Rachel's mouth could open, she found herself standing outside of a seven eleven. It was 11:10. She had five minutes to save Joey and Phoebe, so that they could live. But Ross would have to die. She took a deep breath, and stepped into the store.
Sure enough, Joey and Phoebe were standing in the food section. She waved at them.
"You guys, get our of here." She said. Both of them looked at her weird. "NOW! Some one is going to rob this place get out." Joey and Phoebe put their stuff down and walked to the door.
"Rachel? Are you okay?" Joey asked before he left. Rachel looked at him firmly, and e hurried out. "That was too easy." She told herself. She looked around, and got ready to leave, but she heard the bells on the store door jingle. She ran to the back of the store, peaking out from behind the food aisle. A man walked in. It was Ross. She didn't want to leave. She knew he was supposed to go, but she wouldn't let him. She wouldn't let him die. She would do anything, even if it risked her own life. She ran over to him.
"Ross, leave!" She shouted. He looked at her and frowned.
"What are you doing here? He asked. She shook her head in irritation.
"That's not important, Go!"
"But, Rachel, I need to get the-"
The bells. They jingled again. Rachel felt her blood run cold. It was time. And now, she would have to see her fiancée die. She turned around. A man wearing a black ski mask entered the store. He had his hand in his jacket, clutching what appeared to be his gun. Rachel leaned in towards Ross, who was trying to figure out what was going on.
"Ross, move to the back with me." She whispered. Gradually, both moved to the back of the store. She laid down onto the ground Ross stared at her in bewilderment. He crouched down near her.
"I swear, you are getting to be more like Phoebe every day." He chuckled. Rachel shushed him fiercely. He just stared at her. "What is going on?" he whispered.
"We need to get out of here." Rachel stood slowly, followed by Ross. She took his hand and ran towards the seven eleven door. But she bumped into the man instead.
XOXOElizabethXOXO
Everything was near unbelievable. Rachel felt she was losing her mind. With gaining Ross, she had lost her two dearest friends. She didn't sleep at all that night.
Rachel entered Monica's quiet apartment. There were not sounds of a guitar tuning, or any 'How you doin's and Yea Baby's.' It was almost scary how strange it was without them. Rachel felt a stream of guilt wash over her. It was her fault Phoebe and Joey were dead.
"Monica?" Rachel hollered. Monica stepped out of her room, blowing her nose into a tissue. She was already suffering from pregnancy hormones; this was the last thing she needed. She looked at Rachel helplessly.
"Their gone." She said sadly. Rachel hurried over to comfort her friend. Rachel patted and rubbed Monica's back, coaxing her to calm down. Monica pulled away and walked to the kitchen.
"Mon, sometimes things happen." Rachel comforted. Monica looked at Rachel sorrowfully.
"But not to us. This wasn't supposed to happen. Phoebe was just getting her songwriting up and Joey was finally getting his big break. And now it's all gone."
Rachel was at a loss for words. There was nothing she COULD say to mend Monica's broken heart at the moment. Rachel stared at Monica and shook her head. She felt so bad. She had been so selfish, but she didn't know that by bringing Ross back she would have to loose two of her dearest friends. Stupid catches.
"Monica, I am sorry. If I could go back and change everything, I would. But I can't." She tried. Monica walked over and sat on the couch.
"I just get this feeling lately. This isn't right. I get all of these feelings. I feel like I am reliving all of this stuff." Rachel wanted to tell Monica everything, but Monica would think she was crazy. No, she couldn't, wouldn't, tell her. She patted Monica's back. She needed time to think.
"Monica, do you want to go with me to the coffee house? We can reminisce." Rachel attempted. Monica shook her head and went into her room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Rachel didn't know what to do; she stood and went down to the coffeehouse.
She was surprised to see the coffee house totally empty. Even the bright color of Gunther's hair was missing. She called around.
"Hello?"
No response. She sighed and went behind the counter. She knew how to make her own coffee, so she started up the machine. Gunther won't mind, she told herself. She listened to the roaring and buzzing of the coffee maker. Rachel looked around for a cup. She found a large yellow one sitting on the counter. She picked it up, but a force made her drop it. She looked around quickly. The place was silent; no movement came around what so ever. She bent down slowly to pick up the shattered pieces. One of the edges cut her hand, and she let out a small shriek. When she stood, she noticed that the room looked different. The chairs had been moved around. She decided that she had had enough, so she grabbed her purse and began out of the Central Perk. She neared the door.
"You're just going to leave us again?" The voice made her freeze in her tracks. She turned around slowly. "Don't leave."
Sitting on the couch, were Joey and Phoebe. Rachel looked at them awkwardly. They look fine.
"Aren't you guys.."
"Dead? Oh, yea, no thanks to you." Joey joked.
"You guys, I didn't think that you would have died that night, I just..."
"We know! You love Ross; he loves you, blah blah! If it's any matter, being dead sucks!" Phoebe stood up facing Rachel. Rachel looked down.
"There is nothing I can do." She said sadly. Phoebe looked sad too.
"Rachel, we're not the ones that should have died that night, you know it. But God hasn't given up on you. You gave up on him. Now, you asked him to prove to you that miracles exist, and he did. But now you need to do what's right."
"How?"
"That's the hard part." Joey began. "We are going to put you back in time again. Only once more. You need to stop us from dying. We aren't supposed to be taken yet." Rachel felt her eyes fill up with tears.
"And Ross? Does he have to go back?" Joey and Phoebe looked down sadly, nodding.
"That's just the way it has to be. As soon as you are done, everything will be the same again. Emma will be four, Bailey will have been born. Everything. I am sorry Rachel." Rachel nodded.
"Okay. Let's do this then." She said wiping her eyes.
"Rachel, we love you, and will see you in, five minutes."
Before Rachel's mouth could open, she found herself standing outside of a seven eleven. It was 11:10. She had five minutes to save Joey and Phoebe, so that they could live. But Ross would have to die. She took a deep breath, and stepped into the store.
Sure enough, Joey and Phoebe were standing in the food section. She waved at them.
"You guys, get our of here." She said. Both of them looked at her weird. "NOW! Some one is going to rob this place get out." Joey and Phoebe put their stuff down and walked to the door.
"Rachel? Are you okay?" Joey asked before he left. Rachel looked at him firmly, and e hurried out. "That was too easy." She told herself. She looked around, and got ready to leave, but she heard the bells on the store door jingle. She ran to the back of the store, peaking out from behind the food aisle. A man walked in. It was Ross. She didn't want to leave. She knew he was supposed to go, but she wouldn't let him. She wouldn't let him die. She would do anything, even if it risked her own life. She ran over to him.
"Ross, leave!" She shouted. He looked at her and frowned.
"What are you doing here? He asked. She shook her head in irritation.
"That's not important, Go!"
"But, Rachel, I need to get the-"
The bells. They jingled again. Rachel felt her blood run cold. It was time. And now, she would have to see her fiancée die. She turned around. A man wearing a black ski mask entered the store. He had his hand in his jacket, clutching what appeared to be his gun. Rachel leaned in towards Ross, who was trying to figure out what was going on.
"Ross, move to the back with me." She whispered. Gradually, both moved to the back of the store. She laid down onto the ground Ross stared at her in bewilderment. He crouched down near her.
"I swear, you are getting to be more like Phoebe every day." He chuckled. Rachel shushed him fiercely. He just stared at her. "What is going on?" he whispered.
"We need to get out of here." Rachel stood slowly, followed by Ross. She took his hand and ran towards the seven eleven door. But she bumped into the man instead.
XOXOElizabethXOXO