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from my coursework which is getting me down so much I'm starting to feel
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Disclaimer: Ok, im clinically depressed and you want me to admit my worst nightmare.what kind of sick people are you? (not the readers the ff.net administrators.)
Chandler sat there and tried to figure out what was happening. This was exactly what had happened in the 'dream'. Although he wasn't sure if he could call it a dream, it had felt too real. And if it had been a dream then was it a warning? Something to tell him not to go? Not to let the others go? Or was it just a bad dream?
'Chandler?' He heard Monica call. He looked up and saw his friends staring down at him. 'Did you hear?' Chandler looked straight in to her eyes.
'No sweetie, what did you say?'
'I said; did you want to come with us on the skiing trip? Everyone else is coming.' Chandler didn't know what to do, he didn't understand it. But he had to do something; either stop them from going or stop Monica and Joey from going on that ski lift. He looked around at Phoebe and Rachel who were already excitedly discussing their plans. He knew there would be no way to keep them all behind so he decided to go with them.
'Ok then I'll go pack you things Chandler' Monica said and ran off to the bedroom. Chandler just stared after her. He hoped this was just a freaky coincidence.
Four hours later they arrived at Rachel's sisters skiing cabin. Everyone, except Chandler, was eager to get out on to the slopes and begin skiing but Chandler had to stop them. When Monica spoke up about getting everything prepared Chandler encouraged her.
'Come on!' Rachel moaned, she was wearing her new ski gear she had bought last weekend and was hopping from foot to foot in anticipation.
'Look, if we get ready and everything now then we have more time for skiing non-stop tomorrow.' Chandler said brightly, he hoped he could persuade them to stay.
'How about if you and Monica go and get things ready and we all go out skiing.' Said Joey sarcastically. Chandler was willing though, this would mean Monica was safe and Joey wouldn't go on the ski lift on his own.
'Ok!' Monica said excitedly, Ross rolled his eyes, he knew what they were really going to be doing while they were all out skiing.
Soon after everyone had left Monica and Chandler set out for the shops to get some food. They picked up ingredients to make everyone's favourite foods and then got some wine; they weren't planning to go out with the others. It was an hour later and they got in the car to drive back to the cabin. Monica was driving, as usual; she hardly ever let anyone else drive her porche after Rachel almost crashed it. Chandler was looking at the wonderful landscape, the mountains and hills full of clear, crisp snow. Forests of pine trees, filling the air with their scent.
Monica's cell phone rang. She leaned over to pick it up and answered it. She smiled as she realised it was Rachel but the smile vanished when she heard the news. She had one hand on the steering wheel as she drove down the narrow mountain roads and as Rachel continued talking it slowly slipped off. The car stated serving to the edge of the road, almost touching the safety barrier, separating the road from the sudden drop down below. Chandler yelled out and Monica snapped to attention, grabbing the steering wheel she turned the car back straight and the phone dropped to the floor. It was too late. An oncoming car swerved to avoid them and Monica swerved as well. Both cars managed to get past each other without falling over the barrier but whereas the oncoming car carried on afterwards as normal, Monica and Chandlers car did not. They had hit a patch of ice and skidded along the road. Monica was trying her best to get the car to stop but it wouldn't. with a sickening crunch the car through the wooden barriers on the other side and drove in to the pine forest. Seconds later they hit a tree.
Dead. This time Chandler had to believe it. He was next to her in the car. He had seen how her side of the car had crumpled up, crushing in to her. He had been fine, that's what troubled him most. That he was perfectly fine and she had died. He was only fine on the outside, inside his heart was ripping apart. He knew this would happen, he had seen that she would die and still he had let it happen. He looked around the relatives room. It was a bleak room, a few chairs, dingy windows and a vase of almost wilting flowers on a small coffee table in the centre of the room. There was a vending machine in the corner with nothing in it. Ross and Rachel were over in another corner, hugging each other this time and Phoebe was to shocked to feel anything. Joey wasn't there.
'Where's Joey?' He croaked. Three heads snapped in his direction. Rachel hiccupped and started to cry again, Ross seemed to not hear him but Phoebe walked over and led him out of the room.
'There was an accident, on the ski lift. Joey fell 30 feet and died a little while after in hospital, right after the phone call to Monica actually.' She told him. Chandler stood there, even more shocked to be able to do anything. The ski-lift, the 30 foot drop, Joey and Monica dieing at around the same time. This was just like in the dream.
Chandler sat down on a plastic orange chair in the hallway with his head in his hands. He could have stopped this, he could have saved them. but he failed. Phoebe sat by him.
'Chandler?' She said after a while. He looked up at her. 'I know you're feeling bad honey, but you have to remember; things aren't as they seem.' She said. Chandler frowned. What did she mean by that last comment. She had seemed to be staring at nothing and what she had just said was not directly to him. She suddenly snapped to attention and looked back at him. Her voice went back to the comforting, soothing tone it was before. 'It wasn't your fault, there was nothing you could do.' Chandler closed his eyes, there was something he could have done, he could have prevented the whole thing. And he didn't try hard enough.
'Have you called his parents?' Chandler asked. He remembered how he had felt nothing before and how it had helped to admit it. Phoebe shook her head and they walked to the pay phone. Someone was already using it so they waited at the side. They waited in silence, thinking about nothing in particular. Phoebe smiled.
'You know Joey and I used to play a game, whenever he would ring home he would guess which one of his sisters would answer. It was weird, I always won.' She said, Chandler smiled as well.
'All yours,' The guy using the phone said as he hung up. Phoebe took the phone off of him and dialled Joey's parents home number.
'Mary Angela.' Chandler said. Phoebe looked at him. 'That's who I guess is on the other end of the phone' He explained. Phoebe nodded and was about to give her guess when someone picked up the phone.
'Hello, this is Phoebe, who's this?' She said in to the phone. Her face froze slightly. 'Hi Mary Angela.' She said and looked at Chandler who gave a sad smile. He knew it would be her, it was yesterday and many things seemed to be the same so. 'Listen, I have some news.;
Chandler went back to the relatives room and sat on a chair. He looked at the clock, 6:54. as it was winter it was just beginning to get slightly dark outside. He realised he was exhausted. All day he had been trying to figure out what had happened and now he had to deal with thousands of emotions that were pent up inside of him, all trying to rush out at once but getting caught on the way leaving Chandler to feel nothing but numbness. He couldn't believe they were really dead. And that he could have stopped it. Monica and Joey had died within minutes of each other. between 3:15 and 3:17. He let his head fall against the back of the chair and without realising it he drifted off to sleep.
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
Chandler looked over at the alarm clock and sighed. 7:38. the clock was getting a minute faster every day, he thought. He would have to have that fixed. He looked at Monica still sleeping by his side and memories of the past two days crashed down on him. This was definatly weird.
Disclaimer: Ok, im clinically depressed and you want me to admit my worst nightmare.what kind of sick people are you? (not the readers the ff.net administrators.)
Chandler sat there and tried to figure out what was happening. This was exactly what had happened in the 'dream'. Although he wasn't sure if he could call it a dream, it had felt too real. And if it had been a dream then was it a warning? Something to tell him not to go? Not to let the others go? Or was it just a bad dream?
'Chandler?' He heard Monica call. He looked up and saw his friends staring down at him. 'Did you hear?' Chandler looked straight in to her eyes.
'No sweetie, what did you say?'
'I said; did you want to come with us on the skiing trip? Everyone else is coming.' Chandler didn't know what to do, he didn't understand it. But he had to do something; either stop them from going or stop Monica and Joey from going on that ski lift. He looked around at Phoebe and Rachel who were already excitedly discussing their plans. He knew there would be no way to keep them all behind so he decided to go with them.
'Ok then I'll go pack you things Chandler' Monica said and ran off to the bedroom. Chandler just stared after her. He hoped this was just a freaky coincidence.
Four hours later they arrived at Rachel's sisters skiing cabin. Everyone, except Chandler, was eager to get out on to the slopes and begin skiing but Chandler had to stop them. When Monica spoke up about getting everything prepared Chandler encouraged her.
'Come on!' Rachel moaned, she was wearing her new ski gear she had bought last weekend and was hopping from foot to foot in anticipation.
'Look, if we get ready and everything now then we have more time for skiing non-stop tomorrow.' Chandler said brightly, he hoped he could persuade them to stay.
'How about if you and Monica go and get things ready and we all go out skiing.' Said Joey sarcastically. Chandler was willing though, this would mean Monica was safe and Joey wouldn't go on the ski lift on his own.
'Ok!' Monica said excitedly, Ross rolled his eyes, he knew what they were really going to be doing while they were all out skiing.
Soon after everyone had left Monica and Chandler set out for the shops to get some food. They picked up ingredients to make everyone's favourite foods and then got some wine; they weren't planning to go out with the others. It was an hour later and they got in the car to drive back to the cabin. Monica was driving, as usual; she hardly ever let anyone else drive her porche after Rachel almost crashed it. Chandler was looking at the wonderful landscape, the mountains and hills full of clear, crisp snow. Forests of pine trees, filling the air with their scent.
Monica's cell phone rang. She leaned over to pick it up and answered it. She smiled as she realised it was Rachel but the smile vanished when she heard the news. She had one hand on the steering wheel as she drove down the narrow mountain roads and as Rachel continued talking it slowly slipped off. The car stated serving to the edge of the road, almost touching the safety barrier, separating the road from the sudden drop down below. Chandler yelled out and Monica snapped to attention, grabbing the steering wheel she turned the car back straight and the phone dropped to the floor. It was too late. An oncoming car swerved to avoid them and Monica swerved as well. Both cars managed to get past each other without falling over the barrier but whereas the oncoming car carried on afterwards as normal, Monica and Chandlers car did not. They had hit a patch of ice and skidded along the road. Monica was trying her best to get the car to stop but it wouldn't. with a sickening crunch the car through the wooden barriers on the other side and drove in to the pine forest. Seconds later they hit a tree.
Dead. This time Chandler had to believe it. He was next to her in the car. He had seen how her side of the car had crumpled up, crushing in to her. He had been fine, that's what troubled him most. That he was perfectly fine and she had died. He was only fine on the outside, inside his heart was ripping apart. He knew this would happen, he had seen that she would die and still he had let it happen. He looked around the relatives room. It was a bleak room, a few chairs, dingy windows and a vase of almost wilting flowers on a small coffee table in the centre of the room. There was a vending machine in the corner with nothing in it. Ross and Rachel were over in another corner, hugging each other this time and Phoebe was to shocked to feel anything. Joey wasn't there.
'Where's Joey?' He croaked. Three heads snapped in his direction. Rachel hiccupped and started to cry again, Ross seemed to not hear him but Phoebe walked over and led him out of the room.
'There was an accident, on the ski lift. Joey fell 30 feet and died a little while after in hospital, right after the phone call to Monica actually.' She told him. Chandler stood there, even more shocked to be able to do anything. The ski-lift, the 30 foot drop, Joey and Monica dieing at around the same time. This was just like in the dream.
Chandler sat down on a plastic orange chair in the hallway with his head in his hands. He could have stopped this, he could have saved them. but he failed. Phoebe sat by him.
'Chandler?' She said after a while. He looked up at her. 'I know you're feeling bad honey, but you have to remember; things aren't as they seem.' She said. Chandler frowned. What did she mean by that last comment. She had seemed to be staring at nothing and what she had just said was not directly to him. She suddenly snapped to attention and looked back at him. Her voice went back to the comforting, soothing tone it was before. 'It wasn't your fault, there was nothing you could do.' Chandler closed his eyes, there was something he could have done, he could have prevented the whole thing. And he didn't try hard enough.
'Have you called his parents?' Chandler asked. He remembered how he had felt nothing before and how it had helped to admit it. Phoebe shook her head and they walked to the pay phone. Someone was already using it so they waited at the side. They waited in silence, thinking about nothing in particular. Phoebe smiled.
'You know Joey and I used to play a game, whenever he would ring home he would guess which one of his sisters would answer. It was weird, I always won.' She said, Chandler smiled as well.
'All yours,' The guy using the phone said as he hung up. Phoebe took the phone off of him and dialled Joey's parents home number.
'Mary Angela.' Chandler said. Phoebe looked at him. 'That's who I guess is on the other end of the phone' He explained. Phoebe nodded and was about to give her guess when someone picked up the phone.
'Hello, this is Phoebe, who's this?' She said in to the phone. Her face froze slightly. 'Hi Mary Angela.' She said and looked at Chandler who gave a sad smile. He knew it would be her, it was yesterday and many things seemed to be the same so. 'Listen, I have some news.;
Chandler went back to the relatives room and sat on a chair. He looked at the clock, 6:54. as it was winter it was just beginning to get slightly dark outside. He realised he was exhausted. All day he had been trying to figure out what had happened and now he had to deal with thousands of emotions that were pent up inside of him, all trying to rush out at once but getting caught on the way leaving Chandler to feel nothing but numbness. He couldn't believe they were really dead. And that he could have stopped it. Monica and Joey had died within minutes of each other. between 3:15 and 3:17. He let his head fall against the back of the chair and without realising it he drifted off to sleep.
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
Chandler looked over at the alarm clock and sighed. 7:38. the clock was getting a minute faster every day, he thought. He would have to have that fixed. He looked at Monica still sleeping by his side and memories of the past two days crashed down on him. This was definatly weird.