"You never know when your time will come. It could be today or it could be
years from now. But this was Molly's turn. She was too young to die this
I know but she had finally gotten all of the joys of her life. I know that
she would want me to say this to all of you gathered here today. She had
lived a good life, is what someone who only knew her social life might say.
But that is untrue. She had a very hard life and Chandler and Monica, I
wanted to tell you that yes she was planning on coming home we had just
discussed that issue earlier in the week. Why the guy had to shot her of
all people I will never know." Rachel paused and looked at the crowd of
people gathered to mourn the death of her niece and a tear rolled down her
cheek as she continued on with her speech. "She was such a sweet girl. She
always put others before herself and rarely cared about her feelings which
is one of the reasons I think that she got so depressed. But I would like
to end with this note, I know that Molly loved all of you deeply but maybe
she didn't know that all of you loved her as well."
The entire church was crying as they realized what Rachel was implying but her last statement. Up in heaven was Molly and she was watching the whole thing. She began to crying realizing all that she had left behind. In the beginning she had only meant to run away but then when the guy shot her she didn't really care whether she lived or died. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around.
"Realize what your death left in return?" the deep voice asked.
"Yea. But it would have been better if they would have showed that when I was still alive."
"I know, but at least now you know how much they care about you."
"Why did you say care and not cared? I'm dead why should they care now?"
"Just because you're dead doesn't mean they are going to care any less."
"But look at how sad I made them." I said sadly
"Yes, but think of it this way, if you agree, you may take part in our next opperation. They never did find your body you know."
Looking at the man in awe I finally realized who He was and smiled.
"Although," he said. "You will have to stay here a week to watch them and see how much they love you."
"Done." I said before happily hugging the tall man in front of me who was offering me a second chance at life.
In the weeks that had passed I saw the way my life could have been if I had never left my parents. I finally realized that my parents did care, but it was a little to late wasn't it?
Down to earth (the Bing house):
Monica walked down the stairs to see her husband sitting on her deceased daughter's bed. It broke her heart to see him like this. She hid her feelings from her children but Chandler knew how she felt, the same way that he did. That everything was his fault. But Monica and himself had quickly changed the way that they were thinking knowing that that was the way their daughter had died. She had run away from them and Monica knew that Chandler still had all of his pain from when he was Molly when she got hit by the car. Silently she walked over and sat besides her husband. They both silently cried and sought comfort from each other, hoping that this pain had never happened.
Heaven:
I was crying as she watched her parents. I never thought that they would cry over me, but here they were right in front of me balling their eyes out over my death. I knew that I had to go down there and talk to them and tell them how sorry I was about all that had happened.
"You will never be truely sorry." the voice said behind me.
"But I want them to see how much I do love them." I said turning to look at the man.
"Yes, I know. But what are you going to do about your aunts and uncles? You will never be sorry that you died. You wanted to die and had run away from your past so do you really want to go back to where you hated everything. Look at you when you were living with Miss Green."
A small crystal globe appeared in front of me and before me flashed scenes from when I was living with my Aunt Rachel. I smiled thinking about all of the good times that we had together. Then I saw my aunt. She was laying on my bed crying. She kept muttering to herself and it wasn't until I listened closely that I understood what she was saying. "Why God? How could You take her away from me?" My Uncle Ross came in and held her will she cried over me.
"But look at all of the people that I've hurt. Maybe it would be better if I just didn't go back so they could get over me and move on with their lives."
But when I looked behind me He was gone leaving me alone with my thoughts. I had no idea what to do and for some odd reason I felt like I was back in my basement that day my mom had told everyone that she was going to have another kid.
It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something long It's so much easier to go Then face all this pain here all alone
I looked down at my aunts and uncles who were gathered at my parent's house to tell them the way that I had acted my last few days on earth. My father was crying but my mom seemed to be out of tears. Yet she got mad. She lifted her head up towards heaven and not known to her, to me. She shouted that I was never a good kid and that it served me right that I was dead. My dad jumped in and grabbed her in a hug as she began to cry. Whether she meant what she said or not, I will never know.
Something has been taken from deep inside of me A secret I've kept locked away no one can ever see Wounds so deep they never show they never go away Like moving pictures in my head for years and years they've played
I sit on my bed and my life scenes go through my mind. I see all of the good times and all of the bad times which were many. But I noticed that during all of the bad times in my life that it wasn't my parents to whom I fled, yet my Aunt Rachel. She would always comfort me and tell me that none of this was my fault. But I didn't believe it no matter how often she told me. In my eyes, it is all my fault.
If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I've made I would If I could stand up and take the blame I would If I could take all the shame to the grave I would
If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I've made I would If I could stand up and take the blame I would I would take all my shame to the grave
If I could take back everything wrong that I have done, I would in an instant. My memory is beginning to fade and I know that it's all supposed to happen like this. I have only a few short days to decide what to do. My bedroom at my aunt's apartment is still the way that I left it, the window still open, my dresser drawers still open with clothes coming out. I still don't know what to do and the tears that I haven't allowed to fall my entire life come down.
It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something long It's so much easier to go Then face all this pain here all alone
Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back And never moving forward so there'd never be a past
If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I've made I would If I could stand up and take the blame I would If I could take all the shame to the grave I would
If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I've made I would If I could stand up and take the blame I would I would take all my shame to the grave
Just watching in a sigh All of the helplessness inside Pretending I don't feel this place It's so much simplier then change
It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something long It's so much easier to go Then face all this pain here all alone
It's easier to run If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I've made It's easier to go If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I've made I would If I could stand up and take the blame I would I would take all my shame to the grave
Today was the day that I would decide my fate and I didn't know what to do. I was still torn between my biological family and the people who I considered to be my family. I felt the hand on my shoulder and knew that it was now or never. I had figured out my answer in the spur of the moment and it felt like the right on until I turned around and saw the hurt look that the man's eyes held. The man was my father.
"So you didn't choose us?" he said in such a sad way that it was worthy of my Uncle Ross's sad 'hi's'
"No, Dad I just don't know if I could go through all of that again. It's too hard and I don't know if it will be worth it in the end." I said looking down.
"But this is the end." I looked up and it was no longer my dad standing there. Yet it was my Aunt Phoebe.
"Aunt Phoebe," I cried. "I don't know what to do."
"Just follow your heart honey. It will tell you what to do."
"But my heart's telling me to go home to Aunt Rachel."
My aunt had changed right in front of my face and now my little sister was standing in front of me. We exchanged sad looks and she changed into my Aunt Rachel.
"Sweetie, you may come home with me. But is that where you really want to go?"
"Yes. I would love to live with my parents but it would be so hard to go through all of the favoritement again and I don't think that I could handle it."
"So you would be willing to leave behind your only shot at a real family for me?"
My aunt disappeared before my eyes and I cried at the lose of her prescene.
My tears were blurring my vision but I clearly saw my friend standing in front of me.
"Chels? Is that you? But you're dead."
"Not in you heart I'm not. Why are you still dealing with my death Molly? I've been dead for a year it's time for you to move on. Go home and tell your family why you have acted this way and be with them. Your aunt will understand and so will your family when you finally tell them why."
"But I can't."
"You have to." she said before leaving me again.
"Why does everyone keep leaving me!!" I yelled before falling onto the floor.
"It is time." the man said behind me. "What is your decision?"
I looked up at him and saw the right choice in his kind eyes.
"I have decided..."
AN: Okay I lied before, there will be one more chapter to close off this story.
The entire church was crying as they realized what Rachel was implying but her last statement. Up in heaven was Molly and she was watching the whole thing. She began to crying realizing all that she had left behind. In the beginning she had only meant to run away but then when the guy shot her she didn't really care whether she lived or died. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around.
"Realize what your death left in return?" the deep voice asked.
"Yea. But it would have been better if they would have showed that when I was still alive."
"I know, but at least now you know how much they care about you."
"Why did you say care and not cared? I'm dead why should they care now?"
"Just because you're dead doesn't mean they are going to care any less."
"But look at how sad I made them." I said sadly
"Yes, but think of it this way, if you agree, you may take part in our next opperation. They never did find your body you know."
Looking at the man in awe I finally realized who He was and smiled.
"Although," he said. "You will have to stay here a week to watch them and see how much they love you."
"Done." I said before happily hugging the tall man in front of me who was offering me a second chance at life.
In the weeks that had passed I saw the way my life could have been if I had never left my parents. I finally realized that my parents did care, but it was a little to late wasn't it?
Down to earth (the Bing house):
Monica walked down the stairs to see her husband sitting on her deceased daughter's bed. It broke her heart to see him like this. She hid her feelings from her children but Chandler knew how she felt, the same way that he did. That everything was his fault. But Monica and himself had quickly changed the way that they were thinking knowing that that was the way their daughter had died. She had run away from them and Monica knew that Chandler still had all of his pain from when he was Molly when she got hit by the car. Silently she walked over and sat besides her husband. They both silently cried and sought comfort from each other, hoping that this pain had never happened.
Heaven:
I was crying as she watched her parents. I never thought that they would cry over me, but here they were right in front of me balling their eyes out over my death. I knew that I had to go down there and talk to them and tell them how sorry I was about all that had happened.
"You will never be truely sorry." the voice said behind me.
"But I want them to see how much I do love them." I said turning to look at the man.
"Yes, I know. But what are you going to do about your aunts and uncles? You will never be sorry that you died. You wanted to die and had run away from your past so do you really want to go back to where you hated everything. Look at you when you were living with Miss Green."
A small crystal globe appeared in front of me and before me flashed scenes from when I was living with my Aunt Rachel. I smiled thinking about all of the good times that we had together. Then I saw my aunt. She was laying on my bed crying. She kept muttering to herself and it wasn't until I listened closely that I understood what she was saying. "Why God? How could You take her away from me?" My Uncle Ross came in and held her will she cried over me.
"But look at all of the people that I've hurt. Maybe it would be better if I just didn't go back so they could get over me and move on with their lives."
But when I looked behind me He was gone leaving me alone with my thoughts. I had no idea what to do and for some odd reason I felt like I was back in my basement that day my mom had told everyone that she was going to have another kid.
It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something long It's so much easier to go Then face all this pain here all alone
I looked down at my aunts and uncles who were gathered at my parent's house to tell them the way that I had acted my last few days on earth. My father was crying but my mom seemed to be out of tears. Yet she got mad. She lifted her head up towards heaven and not known to her, to me. She shouted that I was never a good kid and that it served me right that I was dead. My dad jumped in and grabbed her in a hug as she began to cry. Whether she meant what she said or not, I will never know.
Something has been taken from deep inside of me A secret I've kept locked away no one can ever see Wounds so deep they never show they never go away Like moving pictures in my head for years and years they've played
I sit on my bed and my life scenes go through my mind. I see all of the good times and all of the bad times which were many. But I noticed that during all of the bad times in my life that it wasn't my parents to whom I fled, yet my Aunt Rachel. She would always comfort me and tell me that none of this was my fault. But I didn't believe it no matter how often she told me. In my eyes, it is all my fault.
If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I've made I would If I could stand up and take the blame I would If I could take all the shame to the grave I would
If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I've made I would If I could stand up and take the blame I would I would take all my shame to the grave
If I could take back everything wrong that I have done, I would in an instant. My memory is beginning to fade and I know that it's all supposed to happen like this. I have only a few short days to decide what to do. My bedroom at my aunt's apartment is still the way that I left it, the window still open, my dresser drawers still open with clothes coming out. I still don't know what to do and the tears that I haven't allowed to fall my entire life come down.
It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something long It's so much easier to go Then face all this pain here all alone
Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back And never moving forward so there'd never be a past
If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I've made I would If I could stand up and take the blame I would If I could take all the shame to the grave I would
If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I've made I would If I could stand up and take the blame I would I would take all my shame to the grave
Just watching in a sigh All of the helplessness inside Pretending I don't feel this place It's so much simplier then change
It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something long It's so much easier to go Then face all this pain here all alone
It's easier to run If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I've made It's easier to go If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I've made I would If I could stand up and take the blame I would I would take all my shame to the grave
Today was the day that I would decide my fate and I didn't know what to do. I was still torn between my biological family and the people who I considered to be my family. I felt the hand on my shoulder and knew that it was now or never. I had figured out my answer in the spur of the moment and it felt like the right on until I turned around and saw the hurt look that the man's eyes held. The man was my father.
"So you didn't choose us?" he said in such a sad way that it was worthy of my Uncle Ross's sad 'hi's'
"No, Dad I just don't know if I could go through all of that again. It's too hard and I don't know if it will be worth it in the end." I said looking down.
"But this is the end." I looked up and it was no longer my dad standing there. Yet it was my Aunt Phoebe.
"Aunt Phoebe," I cried. "I don't know what to do."
"Just follow your heart honey. It will tell you what to do."
"But my heart's telling me to go home to Aunt Rachel."
My aunt had changed right in front of my face and now my little sister was standing in front of me. We exchanged sad looks and she changed into my Aunt Rachel.
"Sweetie, you may come home with me. But is that where you really want to go?"
"Yes. I would love to live with my parents but it would be so hard to go through all of the favoritement again and I don't think that I could handle it."
"So you would be willing to leave behind your only shot at a real family for me?"
My aunt disappeared before my eyes and I cried at the lose of her prescene.
My tears were blurring my vision but I clearly saw my friend standing in front of me.
"Chels? Is that you? But you're dead."
"Not in you heart I'm not. Why are you still dealing with my death Molly? I've been dead for a year it's time for you to move on. Go home and tell your family why you have acted this way and be with them. Your aunt will understand and so will your family when you finally tell them why."
"But I can't."
"You have to." she said before leaving me again.
"Why does everyone keep leaving me!!" I yelled before falling onto the floor.
"It is time." the man said behind me. "What is your decision?"
I looked up at him and saw the right choice in his kind eyes.
"I have decided..."
AN: Okay I lied before, there will be one more chapter to close off this story.