Hiya, this is just a little teaser because I wanted this to continue as
soon as possible but I want to continue my other story first so I just
wrote this little bit for all my lovely fans out there who always leave
reviews (hint hint lol). Anyway please leave a review and I shall continue.
BTW this is one of three alternative ideas I had and I used this one coz a
reviewer mentioned it as well as my best friend so if you think this is
really bad then I'll write another one. Anyway this authors note is getting
as long as the story so here we go.
It was a week later and everything had gone back to normal, or at least that was what everyone was pretending. Monica was cleaning more and paying more attention to me but avoiding the subject of the letter which she burned when she thought I was asleep. Joey and Phoebe were acting like nothing had happened; even though they had read the note and Joey didn't like to leave me alone. Not that I minded, I hated being alone. It was alone that it happened.
It wasn't the 'voices in my head' sort of scenario but it was close. I heard things, people saying things that weren't being said by the people in the room at the time. And I still dreamed those disturbing dreams that were becoming more frequent. But still I didn't tell anyone.
'Are you coming with me Chandler?' Joey asked. He was going to the Knicks game, I didn't feel like going, all those people there. I just wanted to be alone.
'No, I think I'll just stay here.' I told him, switching on the TV. Joey hesitated, Monica wasn't home, she was her parents with Ross and Rachel and Phoebe was out with Mike. No-one would be here until later tonight. I could tell he didn't want to leave me on my own.
'Yeah I didn't really want to go either.' He lied. I could see that it pained him to turn down the Knicks like that but he really didn't trust to leave me on my own.
'Joey, I'll be fine on my own.' I told him. it was nice to be thought of but I didn't want people putting themselves out to 'look after' me. I would be fine on my own for a little while.
Joey hesitated again before agreeing, saying goodbye and leaving. I sighed. This was the first time I had been alone since the letter incident. I tried to concentrate on the TV but it was hard. My vision was starting to blur and before long all I could see were the burry smudges of colour of all the things around me except for one object in front of me.
I stood up sharply and my vision cleared instantly, the object in front of me disappearing. I couldn't believe what I had seen, it was impossible, a hallucination.
Monica had been standing in front of me. Her clothes were covered in blood and dirt, as were her face and arms. Scratches were evident on any part of her body that was exposed, which, as her clothes were torn, was a lot. One of her eyes was shut, liquid pouring out of it as she opened her mouth to say something.
But she had disappeared before she could say a word.
I began to panic, had Monica been in a crash? Was this her last visit to me before she left this world? I had to know. My hand reached for the phone and my fingers dialled before I realised I was doing it.
There was no answer, the phone just kept ringing.
My body broke out in a cold sweat. This couldn't be true, it just couldn't. I couldn't live without her.
And I would make sure I wouldn't.
I ran in to the bathroom, seeking what I already knew was there in the cabinet. A small plastic bottle of powerful painkillers, with a very strong warning not to take more then two an hour.
Subconsciously I knew that what I was doing was stupid, I had to prove that Monica wasn't alive any more. There was no reason to take an overdose. But I was driven. I felt I had to.
That was all I remembered.
My vision was blurry again, but this time I was just waking up. The strong smell of disinfectant and the machinery by my bed told me that I was in hospital.
'Chandler?' A small voice called. I looked over to the right side of my bed and saw Joey looking down at me. Tears had streaked his cheeks and his hair was a mess. His hands were shaking and all of this brought me out of reality and lifted me out of an almost dream-like stature that had enveloped me a moment after Joey had left. I was able to see clearly now.
I groaned and covered my face with my hands. What had I done?
It was a week later and everything had gone back to normal, or at least that was what everyone was pretending. Monica was cleaning more and paying more attention to me but avoiding the subject of the letter which she burned when she thought I was asleep. Joey and Phoebe were acting like nothing had happened; even though they had read the note and Joey didn't like to leave me alone. Not that I minded, I hated being alone. It was alone that it happened.
It wasn't the 'voices in my head' sort of scenario but it was close. I heard things, people saying things that weren't being said by the people in the room at the time. And I still dreamed those disturbing dreams that were becoming more frequent. But still I didn't tell anyone.
'Are you coming with me Chandler?' Joey asked. He was going to the Knicks game, I didn't feel like going, all those people there. I just wanted to be alone.
'No, I think I'll just stay here.' I told him, switching on the TV. Joey hesitated, Monica wasn't home, she was her parents with Ross and Rachel and Phoebe was out with Mike. No-one would be here until later tonight. I could tell he didn't want to leave me on my own.
'Yeah I didn't really want to go either.' He lied. I could see that it pained him to turn down the Knicks like that but he really didn't trust to leave me on my own.
'Joey, I'll be fine on my own.' I told him. it was nice to be thought of but I didn't want people putting themselves out to 'look after' me. I would be fine on my own for a little while.
Joey hesitated again before agreeing, saying goodbye and leaving. I sighed. This was the first time I had been alone since the letter incident. I tried to concentrate on the TV but it was hard. My vision was starting to blur and before long all I could see were the burry smudges of colour of all the things around me except for one object in front of me.
I stood up sharply and my vision cleared instantly, the object in front of me disappearing. I couldn't believe what I had seen, it was impossible, a hallucination.
Monica had been standing in front of me. Her clothes were covered in blood and dirt, as were her face and arms. Scratches were evident on any part of her body that was exposed, which, as her clothes were torn, was a lot. One of her eyes was shut, liquid pouring out of it as she opened her mouth to say something.
But she had disappeared before she could say a word.
I began to panic, had Monica been in a crash? Was this her last visit to me before she left this world? I had to know. My hand reached for the phone and my fingers dialled before I realised I was doing it.
There was no answer, the phone just kept ringing.
My body broke out in a cold sweat. This couldn't be true, it just couldn't. I couldn't live without her.
And I would make sure I wouldn't.
I ran in to the bathroom, seeking what I already knew was there in the cabinet. A small plastic bottle of powerful painkillers, with a very strong warning not to take more then two an hour.
Subconsciously I knew that what I was doing was stupid, I had to prove that Monica wasn't alive any more. There was no reason to take an overdose. But I was driven. I felt I had to.
That was all I remembered.
My vision was blurry again, but this time I was just waking up. The strong smell of disinfectant and the machinery by my bed told me that I was in hospital.
'Chandler?' A small voice called. I looked over to the right side of my bed and saw Joey looking down at me. Tears had streaked his cheeks and his hair was a mess. His hands were shaking and all of this brought me out of reality and lifted me out of an almost dream-like stature that had enveloped me a moment after Joey had left. I was able to see clearly now.
I groaned and covered my face with my hands. What had I done?
