Chapter 3
Rachel [thinking to herself in her head]: God, couldn't I have come up with a better excuse than Chandler, what was I thinking?
She quietly kicked her shoes off, put some pajamas on, and pulled the sheets over her, as she lay with her eyes wide open staring at the ceiling. She heard Ross throw the Chinese food away in the trash can, and go into the bathroom. She heard the shower head turn on, and Ross's idiotic voice reciting dinosaur names over and over again. She missed Joey's singing while he was in the shower; it always used to wake her up in the morning, and occasionally put her to sleep at night. She started to count the bumps on the ceiling as she heard Ross open the door to his bedroom. Then the apartment was silent. God she hated the silence, it never used to be this dead quiet when she was at Joey's. He'd always be up late watching a movie or doing something, and the apartment would never be quiet as she was falling asleep. Jeez, she must have been staring at the ceiling for a while now, she could hear Ross snoring. She turned over and tried to fall asleep with no luck. She glanced at the clock and saw it read 2:03 AM. She couldn't take it anymore, any of it, the silence, Ross, and not seeing one of her best friends in the whole world. It was then that she made her decision. She softly slid the sheets off herself, and padded over to her closet. She ran a hairbrush through her hair, as it settled over her pink spaghetti strap top, and slid some shoes onto her feet which were being brushed by a white pair of pajama pants with small pink hearts covering them. She grabbed a pillow off her bed, and opened the bedroom door, praying silently that it wouldn't squeak. She crept over to the door and smoothly undid the bolt and slipped silently through the space between the door and the wall. She was free. Rachel walked down the deserted hallway, the emptiness swallowing her up as she began to run towards the elevator, trying to escape from it all. As soon as she got there she jumped into the elevator and pressed "lobby."
Rachel: C'mon! I know you can go faster!
Then the elevator doors opened, and released her into the bright lobby. She made her way quickly over to the door, and pushed it open, the cold, November night air blowing her golden brown hair around her bare shoulders. "Dammit" she said, it was raining, and she had neglected to pick up an umbrella. She moved quickly, with a purpose over to the apartment building across the street, feeling thankful that that man was there to hold the door for her, or else she wouldn't have known what to do. She ran up the two flights of stairs, and stepped down into the hallway, finally standing in front of Apartment 19. She raised her hand to knock, and then hesitated for a moment, unsure of what she was about to do. Then, her decision was made, and she rapped her hand softly on the door three times. A disheveled looking Joey pulled open the door, his eyes widening with surprise as he saw who was standing there.
Rachel [thinking to herself in her head]: God, couldn't I have come up with a better excuse than Chandler, what was I thinking?
She quietly kicked her shoes off, put some pajamas on, and pulled the sheets over her, as she lay with her eyes wide open staring at the ceiling. She heard Ross throw the Chinese food away in the trash can, and go into the bathroom. She heard the shower head turn on, and Ross's idiotic voice reciting dinosaur names over and over again. She missed Joey's singing while he was in the shower; it always used to wake her up in the morning, and occasionally put her to sleep at night. She started to count the bumps on the ceiling as she heard Ross open the door to his bedroom. Then the apartment was silent. God she hated the silence, it never used to be this dead quiet when she was at Joey's. He'd always be up late watching a movie or doing something, and the apartment would never be quiet as she was falling asleep. Jeez, she must have been staring at the ceiling for a while now, she could hear Ross snoring. She turned over and tried to fall asleep with no luck. She glanced at the clock and saw it read 2:03 AM. She couldn't take it anymore, any of it, the silence, Ross, and not seeing one of her best friends in the whole world. It was then that she made her decision. She softly slid the sheets off herself, and padded over to her closet. She ran a hairbrush through her hair, as it settled over her pink spaghetti strap top, and slid some shoes onto her feet which were being brushed by a white pair of pajama pants with small pink hearts covering them. She grabbed a pillow off her bed, and opened the bedroom door, praying silently that it wouldn't squeak. She crept over to the door and smoothly undid the bolt and slipped silently through the space between the door and the wall. She was free. Rachel walked down the deserted hallway, the emptiness swallowing her up as she began to run towards the elevator, trying to escape from it all. As soon as she got there she jumped into the elevator and pressed "lobby."
Rachel: C'mon! I know you can go faster!
Then the elevator doors opened, and released her into the bright lobby. She made her way quickly over to the door, and pushed it open, the cold, November night air blowing her golden brown hair around her bare shoulders. "Dammit" she said, it was raining, and she had neglected to pick up an umbrella. She moved quickly, with a purpose over to the apartment building across the street, feeling thankful that that man was there to hold the door for her, or else she wouldn't have known what to do. She ran up the two flights of stairs, and stepped down into the hallway, finally standing in front of Apartment 19. She raised her hand to knock, and then hesitated for a moment, unsure of what she was about to do. Then, her decision was made, and she rapped her hand softly on the door three times. A disheveled looking Joey pulled open the door, his eyes widening with surprise as he saw who was standing there.