okay, this is kinda a filler chapter, in that it isn't exactely necessary to the story. but i like it, and i hope you do, too. it may seem, at the end of this, that the story is over, but there's still two more chapters, so don't give up on this! oh, and thanks for the reviews on chapter ten. as i said, im really hoping to get 100 reviews on this story, so that's just about thirty more! so please help me reach my goal! it'd mean a ton to me! enjoy this chapter!

disclaimer: the song isn't mine, much as i wish i could sing and write that great! nor are the characters, much as i wish i was a zillionaire!

Part Eleven

May angels lead you in

Hear you me my friends

On sleepless roads

The sleepless go

May angels lead you in

May angels lead you in

Chandler looked up at the sky, wondering if Joey was looking down. He certainly hoped that he was. Maybe he'd be proud. Chandler hoped he was. He was certainly trying to make Joey proud.

After his release from the hospital, he'd gone straight home to Monica. He'd told her, over and over, that he no longer deserved to be her husband and to be the father of her baby, not after what he'd done, but she'd insisted. And, she, truly, was the reason he was alive today.

Then there was therapy, which was where he was going today. Monica had truly done her homework, and had found him the best therapist out there. At that time, he'd still be so far into his self-hatred that he didn't think any therapist could help him. But he went for Monica's sake.

It turned out to be the best thing he'd ever done. Marc, his therapist had helped him deal with Joey's death in ways Chandler had never imagined. And Chandler had begun to realize that, more than likely, Joey had not died an unhappy man because of his fight with Chandler. Joey had as many oppurtunities as Chandler had to apologize and he hadn't. The fight wasn't anyone's fault, really. But it'd taken Chandler a long time to realize that.

Chandler arrived at therapy, and checked in. He smiled at the receptionist, who smiled back, thrilled to see the new man Chandler had become. He'd been coming for three months now, and she'd never seen a patient change so much. Chandler sat down in the waiting room until Marc came out. "Come on in, Chandler," he said.

"So," Marc began as they sat down, "Today I'd actually like to talk about your suicide attempt." Marc put in bluntly-he didn't beat around the bush when it came to his patients. Chandler nodded, and Marc continued, "What I'd really like to know, I suppose, is what lead you to that point?"

Chandler sighed, "I guess.......I had myself so convinced that I'd hurt Joey so badly that.....I figured, if I wasn't around to hurt people anymore, the world would be better off. And I also hated myself so much for hurting people that I could barely stand to look at myself."

Marc nodded, "Now, let me ask.....are you happy that your attempt was unsuccessful?"

Chandler was silent for a long time. "At first I wasn't," he said finally, "At first, when I woke up and Monica was there, I was petrified because I knew I'd hurt her-again. And that was the last thing I wanted to do. But finally she made me see that if I had died, she would've been hurt a hundred times more. When I saw that, I was definitely happy I didn't die."

Marc smiled, "You know, Chandler," he said, "I think you're gonna be just fine. Just keep that wife of yours around."

Chandler nodded, "Most definitely."

aw, aren't ya glad he's happy again? lol! anyway, pleaaaaase review.....it'd be a huge thing for me to break 100 reviews on this! so help me out! thanks! you guys are the best! thanks for sticking with the story-just two more chapters to go!