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What's it like to Live: Chapter 3:memories and airplanes
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His body jolted awake, his upper half shooting off the ground in a mix of sweat and panic. He held his head, trying to stop the pounding going on throughout. He looked around, not understanding why he was lying outside on the fire escape, eleven stories off the ground.
It all came rushing back to him, they had been here. They had talked to him, seen what fame and money had brought him, and taken away. Curious as to if they were still here, he pulled himself off the ground and slid the window back open.
Once he was through, he began to shed his clothes, more from the unwanted warmth they were causing or the fact that he hadn't changed out of them in two days, he didn't know, his body was on autopilot. He stripped down to the gray t-shirt and tanish colored boxers he was wearing, satisfied with the air they allowed to his skin.
As he walked around the island in the middle of the kitchen, he noticed a piece of folded paper lying in the center of it. He grabbed the crisp white letter and a beer from the fridge before walking over to the leather couch that sat beneath one of the three enormous windows around the place.
Plopping down, he twisted the bottle cap off, carelessly throwing it to the floor. He took a large glup and set it on the glass table in front of him, where his feet currently resided. Not very anxious to see what was written on the paper, he took a moment to stare out of another large window adjacent to the one behind him. A clear, sunny view of Park Avenue was all it gave him, blocks and blocks away from the view he used to have, he never thought it was anything special.
He flipped the paper open, taking in every word written.
Chandler,
We know about you, about what you do. We can't be mad at you,
we've had four years of practice, and yet we still can't come to do it. We worry
about you, you're not the same. You need help. It doesn't matter if this has only
been going on for a little while, you have to stop. We can't force you to do
anything though, it's all your choice. You have to see it for yourself. If you still
had a heart, or even just a brain, you'd give us a call. We'll all be home all day
tomorrow. Joey might come by and see you, not a for sure thing yet. Don't
make stupid decisions Chandler, you're better than that.
Your friends,
Joey, Phoebe, Monica, Ross, and Rachel
They knew. He didn't even have to tell them, was it really that obvious? He should have just talked to them, they would have understood. He didn't have to do this to them.
He didn't have time to get help. He was leaving for California tomorrow afternoon.
T B C
Ok, I know it was a VERY short chapter, but I have other things to update and do. please review! you guys have been great! And I recommend going to see 'The Whole Ten Yards'! Very good movie!
What's it like to Live: Chapter 3:memories and airplanes
(((((())))))
His body jolted awake, his upper half shooting off the ground in a mix of sweat and panic. He held his head, trying to stop the pounding going on throughout. He looked around, not understanding why he was lying outside on the fire escape, eleven stories off the ground.
It all came rushing back to him, they had been here. They had talked to him, seen what fame and money had brought him, and taken away. Curious as to if they were still here, he pulled himself off the ground and slid the window back open.
Once he was through, he began to shed his clothes, more from the unwanted warmth they were causing or the fact that he hadn't changed out of them in two days, he didn't know, his body was on autopilot. He stripped down to the gray t-shirt and tanish colored boxers he was wearing, satisfied with the air they allowed to his skin.
As he walked around the island in the middle of the kitchen, he noticed a piece of folded paper lying in the center of it. He grabbed the crisp white letter and a beer from the fridge before walking over to the leather couch that sat beneath one of the three enormous windows around the place.
Plopping down, he twisted the bottle cap off, carelessly throwing it to the floor. He took a large glup and set it on the glass table in front of him, where his feet currently resided. Not very anxious to see what was written on the paper, he took a moment to stare out of another large window adjacent to the one behind him. A clear, sunny view of Park Avenue was all it gave him, blocks and blocks away from the view he used to have, he never thought it was anything special.
He flipped the paper open, taking in every word written.
Chandler,
We know about you, about what you do. We can't be mad at you,
we've had four years of practice, and yet we still can't come to do it. We worry
about you, you're not the same. You need help. It doesn't matter if this has only
been going on for a little while, you have to stop. We can't force you to do
anything though, it's all your choice. You have to see it for yourself. If you still
had a heart, or even just a brain, you'd give us a call. We'll all be home all day
tomorrow. Joey might come by and see you, not a for sure thing yet. Don't
make stupid decisions Chandler, you're better than that.
Your friends,
Joey, Phoebe, Monica, Ross, and Rachel
They knew. He didn't even have to tell them, was it really that obvious? He should have just talked to them, they would have understood. He didn't have to do this to them.
He didn't have time to get help. He was leaving for California tomorrow afternoon.
T B C
Ok, I know it was a VERY short chapter, but I have other things to update and do. please review! you guys have been great! And I recommend going to see 'The Whole Ten Yards'! Very good movie!