Monica woke from her dream with a start. The haziness of sleep leaving her
immediately. Beside her she felt Chandler shifted slightly and wake up.
'Mon? Why are you awake? Its only 8 am.' He said, quickly glancing at the alarm clock beside his bed. He sat up to look at Monica properly. Her hair was ruffled up from a night of frantic tossing and turning from the dream and her eyes carried the same look of alarm that they had had after finding the doll in her bedroom, just a few hours ago.
'I-I had a dream, about the robbery.' She said. Immediately the sleepiness vanished from Chandlers face and he looked alert.
'You did?' He said. 'Whoa, what was it? Did you remember what happened?' He asked. Monica shook her head.
'I don't know, I had a dream, well more like a memory of that night. At first I could see things from, like, an outsiders point of view. But then it went back in to my vision and I could actually remember the events, well up until I got hit, then I blacked out and the dream ended. I suppose that's how I got the amnesia.' She said, leaning back down on the bed.
'But did you see anything that would prove Joey innocent?' Chandler persisted. Monica sighed, a little angrily. Whenever she had a flash of memory or anything Chandler instantly went to the assumption that she could remember anything to save Joey, nothing about how it was good that she would finally be able to do things the way that felt comfortable and not have to ask about EVERY little detail that she came across. She got up and turned around to face him.
'You know, not every memory of mine featured Joey.' She yelled at him. He looked confused. 'You know it might be good to be able to recognize things, people and places. It might be good to be able to talk to someone about something I know. And it might be good to not have the weight of another mans life crushing down on me, reminding me that whatever I remember isn't good enough for everyone else.' She ended and stormed out of the room to the bathroom. Chandler followed after her.
She locked the door after her and stepped into the shower. The water running past her ears drowned out Chandlers voice and she sighed. The dolls that had been haunting her the last few days, she knew now what they meant. Their faces were all identical, well before they had been smashed up. They were all the faces of the baby she had been holding during the robbery. She knew that it was a threat but she didn't know what had happened to the baby after she had been knocked out. The notes were pretty self explanatory, he was coming after her. And for the first time ever since the threats began she knew who 'he' was. She recognized the voice as the one of the second robber, the one that had stayed and gone on a rampage with the bat.
She turned the water off and wrapped herself in the bathrobe by the door. Now that water was off she could hear Chandlers voice. He was pleading with her to come out. She thought that she should have been a little more gentle with him, after all he was protecting her, letting her sleep in his bed where the stalker didn't know she was there. And this was his best friend who was going to die unless the piece of information only she could provide turned up. She took a breath and stepped in to the living room.
'Monica.' Chandler began to say. 'I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I mean I never-'
'Chandler, it's ok. I just overreacted.' Monica justified. She heard the other bedroom door open and Rachel stepped in to the room smiling at Monica and Chandler, not noticing the slight tension that filled the room. Chandler had let Rachel sleep in Joey's room, it wasn't as if he was using it anyway. She walked over to Monica and asked if she could use the bathroom. Monica stepped aside so that she could get in there.
'I'm really sorry though.' Chandler said as he and Monica were left alone again. Monica smiled at him.
'Seriously don't worry about it, I know how much Joey means to you. Well I don't KNOW exactly but I can tell.' She told him. Chandler nodded. 'But I remembered about an hour of my life! That has to be good right? And I suppose something I remembered is useful for getting Joey out.' She looked at Chandler and shrugged. Chandler smiled.
'Yeah! I mean maybe if you saw him again he could fill you in on the missing details. Then the story will be completed and he will be proved innocent!' Chandler thought aloud.
'When can I next see him?'
'Uh. I'll ring them while your getting dressed. You have your Nero psychiatrist later though, do you still want to go to that?'
'Yeah.' Monica said. 'I'd better hurry though, I'm meant to be there by 10.' She hurried in to the bedroom and slammed the door after her. Chandler sighed and sat down.
'It's only 8:15 though.' He said puzzled. He could never figure out why women always took so long getting ready.
'So Monica, how have you been?' the Nero physiatrist asked her. She moved nearer to Monica, trying to forge a closer friendship and trust between the two. Monica shifted uncomfortably under the closeness. She wished Chandler hadn't had to have left them but the psychiatrist 'just call me Leanne' had insisted that they were alone.
'Well, I've been great, my memory does seem to be improving.' She hesitated, for some reason she didn't feel comfortable with sharing the knowledge of the dream with her.
'That's good!' Leanne said enthusiastically. Monica smiled falsely, the enthusiasm had seemed a little faked. Monica didn't blame her, how many of these was she going to have to do today? It seemed routine.
'And I had a dream about the robbery, I remembered everything about what happened until I was knocked out. I-I think I know who it is who is stalking me. I can save Joey.' She said, she was a little unsure of herself. Leanne looked at her. There wasn't any friendly smile on her face. In face she looked a little worried.
'Come now Monica. It was only a dream. People have told you about the dream loads of times, you just imagined it. There's no point in taking it seriously or getting your hopes up about it.' Leanne said to her. Monica felt her heart drop, she knew that the physiatrist was probably right and that the whole thing was just her imagination. But she still wanted to see Joey.
'Hey Monica.' Joey said through the screen. She looked up at; she hadn't heard him enter the room through the glass. She smiled up at him, a fake smile and Joey seemed to realise. 'What's up?' He asked. He looked even older now; his face more tired and with less hope in his eyes. It was only a week before the last trial, the last chance to come up with any evidence, if they didn't then Joey was being sent to be killed. Monica didn't understand it, why was Joey being sent to death row for robbing a bank? It didn't make sense. Well, that was what she was there to find out.
'Hey Joey.' She said, this time with a real smile on her face. Joey smiled back. 'Uh Joey, don't get your hopes up but. I had a dream last night, about the robbery. I saw everything that happened, but it was sort of from an outsiders point of view, then it went to what I was seeing.' She looked across at Joey, to see if this had made any sense to him. He had a serious look on his face, but she could see he was trying not to smile.
'You saw what happened?' He asked.
'Well. yeah but it was only a dream. I asked Leanne, she my psychiatrist and she said that I may have just imagined it because everyone's always told me about it.' Monica said sadly, she couldn't bear to look at him this time.
'Monica, tell me what happened in the dream.' Joey said, the note of shredded hope in his voice was enough to make her look in to his eyes. Monica sighed and went in to full detail of her dream.
'And then he swung the bat at me and I blacked out, then I woke up.' Monica finished. Joey's eyes were wide.
'Monica. that's exactly what happened! You didn't just dream it you remembered it!' He shouted excitedly. Her mouth dropped open.
'You mean, all that was real?' She said astonished, she had thought that at first but after the meeting with the psychiatrist all her hopes had faded. 'But. I don't get it, what happened after that? Why were you framed and why are you on death row for robbing a bank and murdering people, I didn't think they did that any more.' She asked, these questions had been bothering her for ages. Now it was time to get them cleared up. Joey took a deep breath before talking.
'Well after you were knocked out the baby fell to the floor. It was crying, I was like the only one there, apart from the kids. He was going towards them and the baby and you, I just couldn't take it, I grabbed the gun off of the floor and pointed it towards him. He stopped and looked at me, as if daring me to shot him. He yelled really loud and started to come towards me, I-I pulled the trigger.' He finished and looked down ashamed.
'Joey? Is he dead?'
'Yeah.' He said, almost inaudible.
'It's ok Joey, you were defending yourself'
'Yeah. But then the police came in and thought the whole thing was me. Now im in here. Not only that but they think that I was one of them, they were pretty bad people Mon, they've done all kind of robbery's and murders and arson. So now im going to be put to death because of them.' Joey finished. Monica closed her eyes. She had another memory, a news show, telling the story of the two men and their crimes. She shuddered, now it was all clear she wished she wasn't part of it.
An hour later Monica left the prison. They had talked about the robbery, about the upcoming trial and how the other friends were taking this situation. She sighed as she walked down the small road leading towards the main one. It was getting dark and the trees seemed to be closing in around her, she could hear the distant sound of the traffic but otherwise it was quiet. Too quiet. Monica quickened her pace, her feet crunching on the leaves beneath her. She screamed out loud when she felt strong arms close around her chest. The screams were muffled out by another person covering her mouth with their gloved hand. She was picked up and dragged in to a van waiting nearby, concealed in the bushes.
Meanwhile another man sat watching this scene from his car, he narrowed his eyes and watched as the doors were closed and the van sped off. He took after them in pursuit. He knew what he would have to do.
Ok sorry that took so long my modem crashed. But its alright now so I can post my next and final chapter soon. But not until I get 50 reviews. Sorry to threaten you but I need inspiration :)
'Mon? Why are you awake? Its only 8 am.' He said, quickly glancing at the alarm clock beside his bed. He sat up to look at Monica properly. Her hair was ruffled up from a night of frantic tossing and turning from the dream and her eyes carried the same look of alarm that they had had after finding the doll in her bedroom, just a few hours ago.
'I-I had a dream, about the robbery.' She said. Immediately the sleepiness vanished from Chandlers face and he looked alert.
'You did?' He said. 'Whoa, what was it? Did you remember what happened?' He asked. Monica shook her head.
'I don't know, I had a dream, well more like a memory of that night. At first I could see things from, like, an outsiders point of view. But then it went back in to my vision and I could actually remember the events, well up until I got hit, then I blacked out and the dream ended. I suppose that's how I got the amnesia.' She said, leaning back down on the bed.
'But did you see anything that would prove Joey innocent?' Chandler persisted. Monica sighed, a little angrily. Whenever she had a flash of memory or anything Chandler instantly went to the assumption that she could remember anything to save Joey, nothing about how it was good that she would finally be able to do things the way that felt comfortable and not have to ask about EVERY little detail that she came across. She got up and turned around to face him.
'You know, not every memory of mine featured Joey.' She yelled at him. He looked confused. 'You know it might be good to be able to recognize things, people and places. It might be good to be able to talk to someone about something I know. And it might be good to not have the weight of another mans life crushing down on me, reminding me that whatever I remember isn't good enough for everyone else.' She ended and stormed out of the room to the bathroom. Chandler followed after her.
She locked the door after her and stepped into the shower. The water running past her ears drowned out Chandlers voice and she sighed. The dolls that had been haunting her the last few days, she knew now what they meant. Their faces were all identical, well before they had been smashed up. They were all the faces of the baby she had been holding during the robbery. She knew that it was a threat but she didn't know what had happened to the baby after she had been knocked out. The notes were pretty self explanatory, he was coming after her. And for the first time ever since the threats began she knew who 'he' was. She recognized the voice as the one of the second robber, the one that had stayed and gone on a rampage with the bat.
She turned the water off and wrapped herself in the bathrobe by the door. Now that water was off she could hear Chandlers voice. He was pleading with her to come out. She thought that she should have been a little more gentle with him, after all he was protecting her, letting her sleep in his bed where the stalker didn't know she was there. And this was his best friend who was going to die unless the piece of information only she could provide turned up. She took a breath and stepped in to the living room.
'Monica.' Chandler began to say. 'I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I mean I never-'
'Chandler, it's ok. I just overreacted.' Monica justified. She heard the other bedroom door open and Rachel stepped in to the room smiling at Monica and Chandler, not noticing the slight tension that filled the room. Chandler had let Rachel sleep in Joey's room, it wasn't as if he was using it anyway. She walked over to Monica and asked if she could use the bathroom. Monica stepped aside so that she could get in there.
'I'm really sorry though.' Chandler said as he and Monica were left alone again. Monica smiled at him.
'Seriously don't worry about it, I know how much Joey means to you. Well I don't KNOW exactly but I can tell.' She told him. Chandler nodded. 'But I remembered about an hour of my life! That has to be good right? And I suppose something I remembered is useful for getting Joey out.' She looked at Chandler and shrugged. Chandler smiled.
'Yeah! I mean maybe if you saw him again he could fill you in on the missing details. Then the story will be completed and he will be proved innocent!' Chandler thought aloud.
'When can I next see him?'
'Uh. I'll ring them while your getting dressed. You have your Nero psychiatrist later though, do you still want to go to that?'
'Yeah.' Monica said. 'I'd better hurry though, I'm meant to be there by 10.' She hurried in to the bedroom and slammed the door after her. Chandler sighed and sat down.
'It's only 8:15 though.' He said puzzled. He could never figure out why women always took so long getting ready.
'So Monica, how have you been?' the Nero physiatrist asked her. She moved nearer to Monica, trying to forge a closer friendship and trust between the two. Monica shifted uncomfortably under the closeness. She wished Chandler hadn't had to have left them but the psychiatrist 'just call me Leanne' had insisted that they were alone.
'Well, I've been great, my memory does seem to be improving.' She hesitated, for some reason she didn't feel comfortable with sharing the knowledge of the dream with her.
'That's good!' Leanne said enthusiastically. Monica smiled falsely, the enthusiasm had seemed a little faked. Monica didn't blame her, how many of these was she going to have to do today? It seemed routine.
'And I had a dream about the robbery, I remembered everything about what happened until I was knocked out. I-I think I know who it is who is stalking me. I can save Joey.' She said, she was a little unsure of herself. Leanne looked at her. There wasn't any friendly smile on her face. In face she looked a little worried.
'Come now Monica. It was only a dream. People have told you about the dream loads of times, you just imagined it. There's no point in taking it seriously or getting your hopes up about it.' Leanne said to her. Monica felt her heart drop, she knew that the physiatrist was probably right and that the whole thing was just her imagination. But she still wanted to see Joey.
'Hey Monica.' Joey said through the screen. She looked up at; she hadn't heard him enter the room through the glass. She smiled up at him, a fake smile and Joey seemed to realise. 'What's up?' He asked. He looked even older now; his face more tired and with less hope in his eyes. It was only a week before the last trial, the last chance to come up with any evidence, if they didn't then Joey was being sent to be killed. Monica didn't understand it, why was Joey being sent to death row for robbing a bank? It didn't make sense. Well, that was what she was there to find out.
'Hey Joey.' She said, this time with a real smile on her face. Joey smiled back. 'Uh Joey, don't get your hopes up but. I had a dream last night, about the robbery. I saw everything that happened, but it was sort of from an outsiders point of view, then it went to what I was seeing.' She looked across at Joey, to see if this had made any sense to him. He had a serious look on his face, but she could see he was trying not to smile.
'You saw what happened?' He asked.
'Well. yeah but it was only a dream. I asked Leanne, she my psychiatrist and she said that I may have just imagined it because everyone's always told me about it.' Monica said sadly, she couldn't bear to look at him this time.
'Monica, tell me what happened in the dream.' Joey said, the note of shredded hope in his voice was enough to make her look in to his eyes. Monica sighed and went in to full detail of her dream.
'And then he swung the bat at me and I blacked out, then I woke up.' Monica finished. Joey's eyes were wide.
'Monica. that's exactly what happened! You didn't just dream it you remembered it!' He shouted excitedly. Her mouth dropped open.
'You mean, all that was real?' She said astonished, she had thought that at first but after the meeting with the psychiatrist all her hopes had faded. 'But. I don't get it, what happened after that? Why were you framed and why are you on death row for robbing a bank and murdering people, I didn't think they did that any more.' She asked, these questions had been bothering her for ages. Now it was time to get them cleared up. Joey took a deep breath before talking.
'Well after you were knocked out the baby fell to the floor. It was crying, I was like the only one there, apart from the kids. He was going towards them and the baby and you, I just couldn't take it, I grabbed the gun off of the floor and pointed it towards him. He stopped and looked at me, as if daring me to shot him. He yelled really loud and started to come towards me, I-I pulled the trigger.' He finished and looked down ashamed.
'Joey? Is he dead?'
'Yeah.' He said, almost inaudible.
'It's ok Joey, you were defending yourself'
'Yeah. But then the police came in and thought the whole thing was me. Now im in here. Not only that but they think that I was one of them, they were pretty bad people Mon, they've done all kind of robbery's and murders and arson. So now im going to be put to death because of them.' Joey finished. Monica closed her eyes. She had another memory, a news show, telling the story of the two men and their crimes. She shuddered, now it was all clear she wished she wasn't part of it.
An hour later Monica left the prison. They had talked about the robbery, about the upcoming trial and how the other friends were taking this situation. She sighed as she walked down the small road leading towards the main one. It was getting dark and the trees seemed to be closing in around her, she could hear the distant sound of the traffic but otherwise it was quiet. Too quiet. Monica quickened her pace, her feet crunching on the leaves beneath her. She screamed out loud when she felt strong arms close around her chest. The screams were muffled out by another person covering her mouth with their gloved hand. She was picked up and dragged in to a van waiting nearby, concealed in the bushes.
Meanwhile another man sat watching this scene from his car, he narrowed his eyes and watched as the doors were closed and the van sped off. He took after them in pursuit. He knew what he would have to do.
Ok sorry that took so long my modem crashed. But its alright now so I can post my next and final chapter soon. But not until I get 50 reviews. Sorry to threaten you but I need inspiration :)