Evanescent

Chapter 8

I'm sure that at some point in time you have all heard how mean Becca insists that I am to her…well, I would just like to point out how big of a hypocrite my dear friend Becca is.

Me: I can't believe I have a fic I never named…TOW I can't think of a title…

Bec: haha! thats funny!

Bec: u were funny when u were younger

Bec: what happened?

Bec: now ure just funny looking!

(in a review) "I'll save you, Chandler! And then we can make fun of Jamie together!"

And she dubbed me her "blondest" friend…

Yeah, *I'm* obviously the mean one…and how many times has my dear friend Becca threatened me in a review/made fun of me in her AN/called me a bitch in a review? Yeah, I now, I can't count that high either. And she seems to have this idea that I murdered Chandler…but I didn't. I just killed him. Murdering him would be holding a gun to his head and being the one to pull the trigger, which, might I add, would be extremely hard to do considering the fact that *gasp* he's not real! *lets out a deep breath of relief* okay, I'm done now, lol…I can go back to being the nice one…

Wake me up inside

I can't wake up inside

Call my name and save me from the dark

Bid my blood to run

Before I come undone

Save me from the nothing I've become

(Bring me to life, Evanescence)

"C'mon," Monica muttered, wondering why after last time she hadn't just used the stairs. Rachel had called and said to come to the hospital, not saying anything else. No explanation, no reason, just come.

So she could only think that the worst had happened.

Monica closed her eyes. No, she couldn't allow herself to think that. Because it wasn't true. It couldn't be true.

When the doors opened, she immediately hurried out, heading over to where the others were.

"Rach," she said quietly, causing Rachel to turn around. "What happened? Is he okay? Did he-"

"Mon, calm down. It's nothing like that," she smiled at her. "He's awake."

~*~

Monica once again stopped outside the door to Chandler's room, not sure that she could go in. There were so many things that had been running through her head, so many questions she'd been dying to ask him…Why? What the hell had he been thinking? How could he be so selfish? How could he have looked her in the eye hours before and insisted that he was fine?

But as she took a deep breath, finally working up the nerve to walk in, none of those questions seemed to matter. It all faded away the second that she saw him. As soon as she walked through the door, he made eye contact, holding it as she crossed the room, sitting down in the chair beside his bed. And he still didn't break it, neither of them saying a word, neither knowing what to say, as he silently took her hand.

Monica didn't look down when she felt him reach for her hand, allowing him to take it as she stared back into his eyes. She was suddenly unable to come up with a word to say, the questions that had been running through her head earlier suddenly seeming all too inappropriate.

He traced circles on her hand with his thumb as they continued to hold the stare, both daring the other to speak first, to break the not as awkward of a silence as it should have been. He finally squeezed her hand, and she looked down, breaking the gaze. But when she looked down at their hands, fingers intertwined, there was only one thing she saw, bringing her out of her trance and back to reality.

The cuts going across his wrists.

Tbc…

Did anybody catch that? If you're going "what the hell is there to catch" then I'm thinking you didn't…man, I hope someone caught it…and sorry this chapter was so short…I'm extremely stuck ;) oh, and me? Kill Chandler again? Do you have any idea how hard that was to do the first time? Come on, people, you know me better than that… ;)