Monica for the first time that she had stayed here, had been swept with happiness. She was happy, and that made her feel stronger. Like a warrior that was more prepared for his battle than any of the others. The one person that always talked to the younger ones about important issues and was always an inspiration. She felt inspired. It was like all the positive emotions that had hidden from her body had reappeared stronger than they ever could be. Her body was the shield to her emotions and not the shield was not damaged. It was hard to explain, and even Monica's thoughts confused her, but she couldn't help what she was feeling. As her and the others finished the last verse to Can't Get Enough of your Love, they all laughed and grinned. They were having fun. A lot of it. Maybe that was the feeling Monica was having. This was fun. Soon, the fun ended when 2 strong knocks form the door were heard. "I'll get that," Monica smiled. "Chandler?"
"Hey, I knew you'd be here. I re scheduled the other appointment. I would really like to continue our talk." Chandler said with hope in his voice. He was getting to her, and nothing would stop him from finishing that. Nothing!
"I uhh, I guess we can do that." She said in a faint whisper. "Hey, Girls, I have to talk with Dr. Bing." She yelled out, and then left with him. "Why now?"
"We were getting somewhere Monica. I couldn't just throw that away," he explained as they continued walking down the white depressing halls. Passing by angry nurses, and scared patients.
"It's weird, you know? Me being here. I was always the good girl." Monica commented as they finally made their way into his office.
"Good in what way?" Chandler asked.
"Oh, you know. Always getting high grades and being sweet to everyone I could be."
"What changed?" Chandler asked as they both took their seats.
"It was thanksgiving, and my brother brought a friend home with him, who at the time I really liked, but now I can't remember him at all." Monica realized. It was weird. She could have sworn she knew him.
"You can't remember him?" Chandler asked.
"No, I had gotten really drunk that night. My friend told me I was throwing up, and having small seizures. I woke up the next morning not knowing anything. Not remembering a lot." Monica admitted.
"You got drunk?" Chandler asked bewildered.
"He called me fat, and I had gotten so depressed that I ran out of the house. I remember a lot of crying and then some guy offering me a drink, and I took it. My friend Rachel had found me sick and had tried to take care of me. She was afraid to take me to the hospital because my parents and their reaction." Monica was now in tears. It had been the first time she had done that, and it had scared her best friend to death.
"So then this leaded to drugs?" Chandler asked.
"Not really. I was so angry at myself that I had spent the year dieting. I went on diet pills, weight watchers, joined the gym. Anything I could do to look normal. Because if I at least looked normal, all the pain would go away." Monica looked down as she said this. She was ashamed.
"It didn't, did it?"
"Of course not. It lasted a week, I think. I was happy to be thin. Anyone who was fat would be, but then I saw that guy again. He looked like a freak, and I still don't really remember him, bit I remember a white suit. I wanted to get him back for calling me fat, so I started to hit on him, you know, to make him think I wanted to have sex with him. Boy did that go wrong. I ended up dropping a knife on his toe, cutting it off." Monica explained sadly. This was hard to say.
"You cut off his toe?" Chandler asked, "Oh, you cut off his toe...." Chandler had finally realized something that he never thought could happen. "You're brother, his name is Ross?"
"Yeah, how did you know?" Monica asked surprised.
"The documents," Chandler lied. "So, you don't remember much about this guy at all?"
"My mom didn't like him. She called him the boy that hates thanksgiving, so that's when I made him some other food."
"Mac and Cheese," Chandler whispered. Oh, this was out of the books and on Neptune.
"What?" Monica asked not quite hearing what he said.
"Oh, nothing! So this incident, what happened after?"
"That was the night where everything got turned upside down, I guess. It wasn't all my fault."
"Oh, look at that! That's all the time I have today! Monica, we'll have to continue this soon!" Chandler said trying to get out of this. "Oh, maybe you should talk to Dr. Jonas!"
"Chandler, you have a lot of time. You said all afternoon. It's barely been fifteen minutes. What's going on?"
"I don't think I should be your doctor," Chandler admitted.
"What, but you were so eager to talk to me? Did I say something wrong?"
"No, No, of course not. It's just that umm... maybe I am not qualified." Chandler lied.
"Yes, you are. What's going on?" Monica asked.
"Monica, I... uhh. Oh, God. I just have to know. If you saw this guy, what would you say to him?"
"I, uhhh, I don't know. I blamed him for so long for this. That it was his fault for everything, but it's mine isn't it? I had a choice not to go to New York and find him to say sorry right?"
"You tried to find him?" Chandler asked. She never made it to him.
"Why are you so weird about this? Is it my openness?" Monica asked wondering what his problem was.
"No, of course not. This is amazing! I think Dr. Jonas would be happy to hear this story. I am not the right doctor for this." Chandler admitted, and it was not completely a lie.
"I thought you were my friend. Obviously my story means nothing to you. I guess I misjudged you again! Thank you so much for your help Dr. Bing!" Monica yelled sarcastically as she went to the door. "I guess friendship is something that can't come out of a book." After saying that, Monica made her way out not forgetting to slam the door.
Chandler just sat back, and closed his eyes. He would have to tell her. Maybe this was what she needed, or maybe it would tear her apart. He didn't know.
Monica stormed into her room tears streaming down her face. Why was it that no body cared? The one person that had kept her sane didn't care. Her life was worth nothing. It never would be. Was this fight really worth it? She could end it now, and make everyone else happy. They wouldn't have to put up with her anymore. And she would be free, but then again, she would lose, and that wasn't Monica. No matter what it was, Monica had to win, and this was no different. She had to win for her family and for her friends. She had to win for herself. She thought she had to win for Chandler, but now she wasn't so sure. Monica sat down on her bed and stared at the picture on her wall. It was of her and Rachel smiling and hugging. Monica just looked at the picture of when she was normal.
"Monica!" A voice from behind the door called out. "I am coming in."
"Go away." Monica said.
"I am so sorry about before Monica," Chandler apologized, "but once you know the truth, then you'll understand."
"Pffft! Like that could happen." Monica said still looking at the picture and not him.
"Does the name Chandler Bing sound familiar?" Chandler asked hoping for a response.
"Yeah," She said, "it's your name."
"No, from the past. Try to remember."
"Ummmm, doesn't ring a bell. Why? Should it?" Monica asked perplexed. Why was he doing this?
"Ok, fine. We'll try another approach," Chandler said while taking off his shoe and sock. "Look at my foot."
"Why would I want to look at your foot?" Monica asked. "It's a foot, no different from the rest." Monica said while turning her head toward him.
"Look at it. Please." He pleaded.
"Yeah, ok, so you are missing the tip to one of your toes. Big deal." Monica said.
"Think back to thanksgiving." Chandler said.
Monica looked at his pleading face and back to his foot confused until it hit her. It not only hit her, but it punched in the stomach, put a bullet through her heart, and pushed her roughly to the ground. "You're..." She gasped, "I.."
"Yeah, I am that guy," he said while putting his sock and shoe back on. "Odd coincidence isn't it?
"It was you. It was YOU! I can't believe this! You're here, and I am here, and I oh wow! So is Dr. Jonas good?" Monica asked. This was shocking, and weird, but for some odd reason it fit.
"Yeah, but I think I am gonna stay your doctor here. Maybe that will be best."
"Best?! I spent years hating you. Wishing you were the one addicted to drugs and ruining your life!!! And now you want to help me through it!? I don't think so! I think you should leave." Monica yelled. This was not what she had expected.
"I am so sorry," Chandler said. "I guess I'll leave." Chandler opened the door and walked away leaving Monica in tears.
Before Monica had any time to react to all of the overwhelming news she had been given, there was a soft knock at her door.
I know this one if short; I didn't have the time to actually write as much as I wanted to so think of it as a cliffhanger. This is kind of where the actual story starts. If you think it's dumb, you are not alone. The writer agrees 100%, but it's a way to get away from all of the stress in my life. I have an idea for another story, but maybe I should finished the ones I have started.. Please review this because it's good to get feedback.