Live Life Like There's No Tomorrow
A two-barreled gun was just at eye level with Rachel all in one swift movement. Rachel looked at Ross who looked back at her, helplessly.
"Both of you, on the floor, NOW!" The man under the mask shouted.
Rachel slowly, without taking her eyes off of the gun, moved to the floor. She tried to come up with a plan, but everything seemed to go by so quickly. She lifted her head up to see what was going on.
Ross was lying next to her, looked over at her. The man was waving the gun at the seven eleven clerk who was shoveling money into the man's bag. Rachel was startled by the gunshot. She stared at the clerk who slowly fell to his knees, and then the floor.
The man looked around and glared at Rachel who had been staring at him. He jogged over to Rachel and held the gun to her head again.
"You get up," he began. He moved to gun to Ross' head. "And he gets it." He said coldly. Rachel shuddered at the chill in his voice. She thought she had heard the man leave, but when she stood, another gunshot rang through the air. He hadn't really left. Quickly she did what she could do, moving in front of Ross. Luckily, that bullet missed both of them.
But the next one didn't. Rachel felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. She looked down at her stomach where a thick layer of blood had covered at least a two-inch radius of her shirt. She looked back up, seeing Ross tackling the man with the gun to the ground, trying desperately to gain control over the gun. Before she knew it, everything turned white.
The bright light of the morning made Rachel wake up. She sat up slowly, skimming her empty bed. She had succeeded in getting Phoebe and Joey back. Now everything was back to normal. She looked down on the floor to her Ross box. And then she looked at her nightstand, where a picture of her and Ross still sat. She stared down at her stomach. There was no scar. There were no marks. Just her stomach. The bedroom door burst open and Emma, four years old again, ran into the room.
"MOM! Sponge bob is on!" She said ritually. Rachel smiled.
"I missed you sweetie. Give mama a hug." She gestured as Emma jumped onto the bed to embrace Rachel.
"Dada said I should let you sleep, but I hadta tell ya that sponge bob is on!" Emma said sincerely. Rachel smiled faded and she turned very serious.
"Wh-who told you to let me sleep?" Rachel asked making sure she had heard right.
"Daddy! And he said that maybe we can go to the zoo and see the kangawoos!" Emma got off of the bed and ran out of the room.
Rachel stood up slowly, walking out of the room. She peered out into the living room and watch Emma crawl back up onto Ross' lap. Ross looked over to her and smiled.
"Hey." He said casually. Rachel waved.
"Hi." She said. She looked at him oddly, and he noticed.
"What's wrong honey?" He asked concerned. Rachel shook her head. She thought that Ross couldn't come back. She thought he was just going to be gone like before. She looked down at her finger and noticed there was no ring.
"Sweetie, where's my ring?" She asked trying to sound sane.
"We put it up until the wedding." He said, putting his attention back on the overweight starfish on the TV.
"When's the wedding date again?" She asked. He half smiled.
"Well, we've been engaged for three years and we still haven't set one. Remember? We wanted to wait until Emma was older and we were sure this is what we wanted."
"Okay.. Let's get married now." She said excitedly.
"Okay, when did you think of this?" He chuckled. "I mean, I think we can still hold off, if that's what you want." He said hiding sadness in his voice.
"Ross, I think we are ready." She smiled as she sat down beside him.
"Okay. Let's get married." He smiled back as he kissed her cheek.
"Me too!" Emma squealed.
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The wedding was held in March that year. Emma was the flower girl, as they became a true family. Rachel never told anyone about the experience she had. She probably never will. But she still thinks about the lessons she has learned from it every day: love equals sacrifice, never let the little things get to you, always count on your friends, and live each day like there's not tomorrow..
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XOXOEliazbethXOXO
A two-barreled gun was just at eye level with Rachel all in one swift movement. Rachel looked at Ross who looked back at her, helplessly.
"Both of you, on the floor, NOW!" The man under the mask shouted.
Rachel slowly, without taking her eyes off of the gun, moved to the floor. She tried to come up with a plan, but everything seemed to go by so quickly. She lifted her head up to see what was going on.
Ross was lying next to her, looked over at her. The man was waving the gun at the seven eleven clerk who was shoveling money into the man's bag. Rachel was startled by the gunshot. She stared at the clerk who slowly fell to his knees, and then the floor.
The man looked around and glared at Rachel who had been staring at him. He jogged over to Rachel and held the gun to her head again.
"You get up," he began. He moved to gun to Ross' head. "And he gets it." He said coldly. Rachel shuddered at the chill in his voice. She thought she had heard the man leave, but when she stood, another gunshot rang through the air. He hadn't really left. Quickly she did what she could do, moving in front of Ross. Luckily, that bullet missed both of them.
But the next one didn't. Rachel felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. She looked down at her stomach where a thick layer of blood had covered at least a two-inch radius of her shirt. She looked back up, seeing Ross tackling the man with the gun to the ground, trying desperately to gain control over the gun. Before she knew it, everything turned white.
The bright light of the morning made Rachel wake up. She sat up slowly, skimming her empty bed. She had succeeded in getting Phoebe and Joey back. Now everything was back to normal. She looked down on the floor to her Ross box. And then she looked at her nightstand, where a picture of her and Ross still sat. She stared down at her stomach. There was no scar. There were no marks. Just her stomach. The bedroom door burst open and Emma, four years old again, ran into the room.
"MOM! Sponge bob is on!" She said ritually. Rachel smiled.
"I missed you sweetie. Give mama a hug." She gestured as Emma jumped onto the bed to embrace Rachel.
"Dada said I should let you sleep, but I hadta tell ya that sponge bob is on!" Emma said sincerely. Rachel smiled faded and she turned very serious.
"Wh-who told you to let me sleep?" Rachel asked making sure she had heard right.
"Daddy! And he said that maybe we can go to the zoo and see the kangawoos!" Emma got off of the bed and ran out of the room.
Rachel stood up slowly, walking out of the room. She peered out into the living room and watch Emma crawl back up onto Ross' lap. Ross looked over to her and smiled.
"Hey." He said casually. Rachel waved.
"Hi." She said. She looked at him oddly, and he noticed.
"What's wrong honey?" He asked concerned. Rachel shook her head. She thought that Ross couldn't come back. She thought he was just going to be gone like before. She looked down at her finger and noticed there was no ring.
"Sweetie, where's my ring?" She asked trying to sound sane.
"We put it up until the wedding." He said, putting his attention back on the overweight starfish on the TV.
"When's the wedding date again?" She asked. He half smiled.
"Well, we've been engaged for three years and we still haven't set one. Remember? We wanted to wait until Emma was older and we were sure this is what we wanted."
"Okay.. Let's get married now." She said excitedly.
"Okay, when did you think of this?" He chuckled. "I mean, I think we can still hold off, if that's what you want." He said hiding sadness in his voice.
"Ross, I think we are ready." She smiled as she sat down beside him.
"Okay. Let's get married." He smiled back as he kissed her cheek.
"Me too!" Emma squealed.
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The wedding was held in March that year. Emma was the flower girl, as they became a true family. Rachel never told anyone about the experience she had. She probably never will. But she still thinks about the lessons she has learned from it every day: love equals sacrifice, never let the little things get to you, always count on your friends, and live each day like there's not tomorrow..
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XOXOEliazbethXOXO