A trip to the past
A/N: I know I shouldn't be starting to write another fic since the other two are not finished but if I don't put this idea on paper it's just gonna vanish :) All you need to know is that I'm gonna be a character on the fic, it's gonna be "my point" of view of the situation. Might be a little weird at first but in time things will get clearer, I promise.
I'm not even gonna say I don't own them because this is getting rediculous...
Chapter 1 – Who's there?
I looked outside my window and saw a shadow reflecting on the p pavement. As she moved, the moon lighted her face and I could see she was a woman. She looked familiar, like we've met before. I don't know a lot of people, I hardly go out of my room. She steped closer to our house's door and I couldn't see her for a moment. After a few seconds I heard a knock on the door.
I walked out of my room to see who was she. I stayed on the top of the stairs where no one could see me. My mom opened the door as the woman said:
"Aunt Silvia, don't you remember me? Monica Geller?"
My mom was a little shock, I could see by the way her lips parted little to say something but nothing came out of it except for a sigh. I turned my eyes the other way and watched Monica. I remember her, we saw each other three times but I remember her.
"Monica, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see my parents but – "
She couldn't speak, tears rolled down her cheeks and I knew why. Her parents passed away ten years ago. I remember how her brother tried to find her to tell her the bad news, but when she left she didn't tell anyone where or why she was going
"Come in. Make yourself comfortable."
She looked around. I could tell that she wasn't comfortable. Her eyes traveled our living room curiously. The couch was old and the room was almost empty. The pictures on the wall were the only thing that time didn't pass by yet. But the wallpaper was almost all gone.
I felt her eyes turn in my direction and as soon as I caught her blue eyes with mine, I ran to my room and looked the door. I sat on my bed and heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. Slowly I turned the key and opened the door. One more time, she was there. I don't know why, I don't even know if I wanna know why. My thoughts were broken at the sound of her voice
"Hey."
I didn't say a thing and just stared at her for a while before turning my back to sit on my bed once again. Hoping she would go, but she didn't. Instead she walked in my room and sat on the broken chair by the window, the same chair I was when I saw her for the first time. The chair we used to play the last day I saw her. The silence was loud, all I could hear was a voice inside my head telling me to make her go. She brought enough pain to our family and friends, but I couldn't. I couldn't because I didn't know why she left. How can I judge her if I didn't know what was going on?
"Why did you come back?"
I asked weakly.
"I don't know, I guess I figured out I should face everything instead of turning my back forever."
"What is everything?"
"The past."
"You mean him?"
I didn't have to say his name. She knew who he was and what she had done to him even if she wasn't here to see his pain. She knew he suffered. And I could see in her eyes that she didn't suffer, but was still in pain.
"Yeah..."
So what do you think? Too weird? Meh... Review and tell me if I should stop right now before it's too late to undo the crap or not. :)
A/N: I know I shouldn't be starting to write another fic since the other two are not finished but if I don't put this idea on paper it's just gonna vanish :) All you need to know is that I'm gonna be a character on the fic, it's gonna be "my point" of view of the situation. Might be a little weird at first but in time things will get clearer, I promise.
I'm not even gonna say I don't own them because this is getting rediculous...
Chapter 1 – Who's there?
I looked outside my window and saw a shadow reflecting on the p pavement. As she moved, the moon lighted her face and I could see she was a woman. She looked familiar, like we've met before. I don't know a lot of people, I hardly go out of my room. She steped closer to our house's door and I couldn't see her for a moment. After a few seconds I heard a knock on the door.
I walked out of my room to see who was she. I stayed on the top of the stairs where no one could see me. My mom opened the door as the woman said:
"Aunt Silvia, don't you remember me? Monica Geller?"
My mom was a little shock, I could see by the way her lips parted little to say something but nothing came out of it except for a sigh. I turned my eyes the other way and watched Monica. I remember her, we saw each other three times but I remember her.
"Monica, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see my parents but – "
She couldn't speak, tears rolled down her cheeks and I knew why. Her parents passed away ten years ago. I remember how her brother tried to find her to tell her the bad news, but when she left she didn't tell anyone where or why she was going
"Come in. Make yourself comfortable."
She looked around. I could tell that she wasn't comfortable. Her eyes traveled our living room curiously. The couch was old and the room was almost empty. The pictures on the wall were the only thing that time didn't pass by yet. But the wallpaper was almost all gone.
I felt her eyes turn in my direction and as soon as I caught her blue eyes with mine, I ran to my room and looked the door. I sat on my bed and heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. Slowly I turned the key and opened the door. One more time, she was there. I don't know why, I don't even know if I wanna know why. My thoughts were broken at the sound of her voice
"Hey."
I didn't say a thing and just stared at her for a while before turning my back to sit on my bed once again. Hoping she would go, but she didn't. Instead she walked in my room and sat on the broken chair by the window, the same chair I was when I saw her for the first time. The chair we used to play the last day I saw her. The silence was loud, all I could hear was a voice inside my head telling me to make her go. She brought enough pain to our family and friends, but I couldn't. I couldn't because I didn't know why she left. How can I judge her if I didn't know what was going on?
"Why did you come back?"
I asked weakly.
"I don't know, I guess I figured out I should face everything instead of turning my back forever."
"What is everything?"
"The past."
"You mean him?"
I didn't have to say his name. She knew who he was and what she had done to him even if she wasn't here to see his pain. She knew he suffered. And I could see in her eyes that she didn't suffer, but was still in pain.
"Yeah..."
So what do you think? Too weird? Meh... Review and tell me if I should stop right now before it's too late to undo the crap or not. :)