"You'll never get away with this."
"Just watch me."
Within that moment she'd lost him. 5 years of marriage destroyed
dramatically. They would never be together again.
The memory kept running through Monica's head; it was driving her crazy and making her more depressed. Exactly a week ago, Monica's beloved husband Richard had been murdered. The killer had escaped leaving Monica to play what she saw over and over again. Everytime she looked at some couple holding hands or kissing, Monica would break down crying. Richard may have been twice as old as Monica, but they were obsessed with each other. Too be honest, marriage wasn't enough for them. But Monica just kept being told by her brother Ross, to move on from him. Maybe he was right, but what Ross didn't understand is that it wasn't that easy. That was bad news. Yet she still had friends like Phoebe, Rachel, Joey and Chandler to be there for her. Somehow this made no difference to Monica's torn up life. As the time approached 6pm, Monica just peacefully watched the rain fall hard against the window. She'd just sit there in the apartment day after day and do nothing. Many times Rachel or Phoebe would waltz right in, and try to encourage Monica to get some fresh air; nothing seemed to work anymore. In this world to Monica, time had just stopped. "Why? Why me, what did I do wrong?" Monica thought to herself. "I don't deserve all this." As Monica started to drift off, the phone rang. Somehow Monica had enough strength to actually answer it. "Hello?" "There's no escape, Monica." Whispered a sharp and painful voice. "What?" Monica asked with worry in her voice. "Ooo scared are ya? You should be, cos' you're next." The voice replied, adding more and more hate to his words. A terrified expression started to appear across Monica's voice. Hanging up as fast as she could, Monica stood there for a moment. What was all that about? Who the heck thought it was a good idea to mess around at this time? So many questions ran through Monica's head; it was a headache to think about them all. But cleverly, Monica decided to take it as a pinch of salt.
"Hey, all kids make prank phone calls at one stage." Monica announced to herself. But was it just a prank phone call? No one knew. At that someone knocked at the door. Quietly Monica checked through the peephole to see Chandler. "Hey Mon. How're you feeling?" Chandler softly asked, as Monica welcomed him in. "Never felt so depressed." She replied wiping away a few tears. "Oh honey I wish there was something I could do." Chandler explained putting his arm around Monica as they sat down.
The memory kept running through Monica's head; it was driving her crazy and making her more depressed. Exactly a week ago, Monica's beloved husband Richard had been murdered. The killer had escaped leaving Monica to play what she saw over and over again. Everytime she looked at some couple holding hands or kissing, Monica would break down crying. Richard may have been twice as old as Monica, but they were obsessed with each other. Too be honest, marriage wasn't enough for them. But Monica just kept being told by her brother Ross, to move on from him. Maybe he was right, but what Ross didn't understand is that it wasn't that easy. That was bad news. Yet she still had friends like Phoebe, Rachel, Joey and Chandler to be there for her. Somehow this made no difference to Monica's torn up life. As the time approached 6pm, Monica just peacefully watched the rain fall hard against the window. She'd just sit there in the apartment day after day and do nothing. Many times Rachel or Phoebe would waltz right in, and try to encourage Monica to get some fresh air; nothing seemed to work anymore. In this world to Monica, time had just stopped. "Why? Why me, what did I do wrong?" Monica thought to herself. "I don't deserve all this." As Monica started to drift off, the phone rang. Somehow Monica had enough strength to actually answer it. "Hello?" "There's no escape, Monica." Whispered a sharp and painful voice. "What?" Monica asked with worry in her voice. "Ooo scared are ya? You should be, cos' you're next." The voice replied, adding more and more hate to his words. A terrified expression started to appear across Monica's voice. Hanging up as fast as she could, Monica stood there for a moment. What was all that about? Who the heck thought it was a good idea to mess around at this time? So many questions ran through Monica's head; it was a headache to think about them all. But cleverly, Monica decided to take it as a pinch of salt.
"Hey, all kids make prank phone calls at one stage." Monica announced to herself. But was it just a prank phone call? No one knew. At that someone knocked at the door. Quietly Monica checked through the peephole to see Chandler. "Hey Mon. How're you feeling?" Chandler softly asked, as Monica welcomed him in. "Never felt so depressed." She replied wiping away a few tears. "Oh honey I wish there was something I could do." Chandler explained putting his arm around Monica as they sat down.