What's it Like to Live: Chapter 11: Not a Whisper to be Heard
- This chapter has some swearing, only about 3 words though -
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The kiss continued for another few seconds before Chandler pulled away from her and shot off of the bed. He stood at the foot of it taking deep breaths, his mouth hanging wide open. "I can't do this..not with you..I'm sorry." He stuttered before quickly dashing out of the room. Monica still sat on the bed, unmoved from the previous minutes. Finally her breath was restored and she raced out of the room, hopeful to catch him before he left. But by the time she was able to fight her way off of the bed and get through the door, he was long gone.
She rushed down the hallway to where her friends were sitting to see if he had gone down there. "Have you guys seen Chandler?" She asked, barely able to slow it down so it all didn't come out as one word.
"No, I thought you went to check on him in his room. Wasn't he in there?" Phoebe asked, pausing the movie and sitting up from her spot on the floor.
"Yea he was, but then we were talking, and then he left, and now I have to go find him!" Before anybody could reply, she was already at the front door, her four confused friends close behind.
"Monica? Where are you going? What happened?" Joey asked, finally able to catch up to her in the hallway.
"I don't know where I'm going but I have to find him. We were in his room talking and then out of nowhere, we kissed, but then he sped off before I had a chance to do anything about it and I'm afraid he might do something stupid." She explained as they walked down the stairs and towards the entrance to the building.
"Monica, this city is huge. He could be anywhere. How do you think you're going to find him? You might as well just go back to his apartment and wait for him."
"Joey, I have to at least look!" Monica pushed past him and out the doors. She didn't know where to start, Joey was right, he could be anywhere. "Joey, come here." She turned around and waited for him to come over to her.
"I need your help. Go get everybody else, and tell Rachel to stay at his apartment in case he comes back. I'm going to go this way." She pointed to the left of the building. "You guys can go where ever. I have my cell with me in case you find him. Now go!" She finished.
Joey didn't think twice about questioning her and took off back into the building to recruit everybody else.
"Come on Chandler, where did you go?" She whispered into the wind that had suddenly kicked up. She took a long look to the right of the building before turning and walking down the sidewalk in her quest for the man that she loved.
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- Five Hours Later -
"Joey come on, it's dark, it has gotten surprisingly cold for Los Angeles, I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I want to go home! We're not going to find him, he could be in Cuba by now!" Phoebe whined. Joey, her, and Ross had all set off together, they didn't want to get lost in a city they did not know. They had been searching for hours and hadn't found the slightest trace of Chandler.
"No he couldn't." Ross cut in.
"He couldn't what?" Joey asked, stopping and looking at him.
"He couldn't be in Cuba by now. You can't take a direct flight from the U.S. to Cuba. It would take longer than however long we've been searching to get there." He explained to a very uninterested pair of friends.
"Ross, that's not the point!" Phoebe screamed. "The point is, he could be anywhere, and the chances of us finding him are one in a million."
Joey sighed. He didn't want to give up searching. He didn't want to leave his friend out there, alone. Even though Chandler knew the city, it still seemed just as dangerous as New York to be out at night. "Phoebe's right, I think we should head back. Maybe Monica found him and they're back at the apartment. Let's just go check there, and then we'll go back to the hotel.
The three set off towards the apartment, hoping that he would be there, safe and sound. They all knew that he wouldn't be there though. He could have gone back to New York, he could have gone to another state, country, continent. He probably had houses everywhere, with the money that he had.
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Chandler had gone to his friend Mickey's house, who was also a drug addict. Mickey had always supplied him when he was in California. Now they were both lying on the floor of his ratty apartment. There was no place to sit except for the mattress in the corner or on his cardboard box filled with clothes and the few other belongings that he had.
They were both gone, so intoxicated that they couldn't even stand, let alone sit up for more than five seconds before they fell back down.
"You know what's fucked up?" Chandler asked, startling himself and Mickey at the sudden noise.
"What's that?" Mickey slurred. On top of the drugs that they had taken, they were beyond drunk, a dangerous combination.
"Life." He stated simply.
"Yea, I think you're right." Mickey said, starting to laugh. Within minutes, both of them were rolling around on the floor, unable to control their laughter.
But only ten minutes later, they were both passed out.
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Monica had refused to go back to the hotel, insisting that she had to stay and wait for Chandler to show up. She fell asleep on the couch watching some old movie from 1966 about cowboys and what not.
It was now five in the morning and Chandler was just stumbling through the front door, making enough racket to wake up the whole building.
Monica shot off of the couch and ran towards the front door, startling Chandler.
"You're just getting home now?!" She screamed, watching him cover his ears from the throbbing pain that it caused his head.
"You do not control my life Monica. I can do whatever the hell I want to!" He yelled back, suddenly not caring how much pain it caused him.
"No you can't! You do what you want and look how you turn out! You are a wasted life Chandler! You need help. We may not be able to provide the kind that you need, so I'm begging you Chandler..." Monica paused, not wanting to anger him with what she was about to say. "...please, you need to go to a rehabillitation clinic."
"I'm not going to rehab! I don't need it." He spat, slamming the door and walking over to his room.
"Yes you do Chandler! You could die, and care less." Monica pleaded.
"That's right, I could care less. So could everybody else. Sure people would think 'oh he was so young,' and 'he had his whole life ahead of him,' and 'what a shame.' But who would actually give a damn if I died?!"
"I would, we all would Chandler!" Tears were rolling down both of their faces for the second time in less than 48 hours. "Just do this for us Chandler. You owe it to yourself."
Chandler sighed and walked into his room, quietly shutting the door behind him. He fell face down on his bed and rolled onto his back, peeking up at the clock. He had to be at the studio in two hours. He couldn't work all day on no sleep and an army of angry friends behind him.
Monica's words ran over and over in his head. 'You owe it to yourself.' She was right, he did owe it, not only to himself, but to everybody around him. He needed to change, if he didn't, his life could very well be over in a matter of years. In all truth, he didn't want to die, he did care if he died, he cared about the people around him, he cared about himself.
He sat up on his bed and picked up the phone that sat on the night stand beside it. He stared down at it, finally dialing the number that he had debated dialing so many times before in the years past.
T B C
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Sorry for these short chapters, the next one will be longer. I think I'm almost done with this, just a couple more chapters to go. Or, I could just drop it all right now, I've got better things to do...just kidding, I don't have better things to do. Please review!!!!!!
- This chapter has some swearing, only about 3 words though -
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The kiss continued for another few seconds before Chandler pulled away from her and shot off of the bed. He stood at the foot of it taking deep breaths, his mouth hanging wide open. "I can't do this..not with you..I'm sorry." He stuttered before quickly dashing out of the room. Monica still sat on the bed, unmoved from the previous minutes. Finally her breath was restored and she raced out of the room, hopeful to catch him before he left. But by the time she was able to fight her way off of the bed and get through the door, he was long gone.
She rushed down the hallway to where her friends were sitting to see if he had gone down there. "Have you guys seen Chandler?" She asked, barely able to slow it down so it all didn't come out as one word.
"No, I thought you went to check on him in his room. Wasn't he in there?" Phoebe asked, pausing the movie and sitting up from her spot on the floor.
"Yea he was, but then we were talking, and then he left, and now I have to go find him!" Before anybody could reply, she was already at the front door, her four confused friends close behind.
"Monica? Where are you going? What happened?" Joey asked, finally able to catch up to her in the hallway.
"I don't know where I'm going but I have to find him. We were in his room talking and then out of nowhere, we kissed, but then he sped off before I had a chance to do anything about it and I'm afraid he might do something stupid." She explained as they walked down the stairs and towards the entrance to the building.
"Monica, this city is huge. He could be anywhere. How do you think you're going to find him? You might as well just go back to his apartment and wait for him."
"Joey, I have to at least look!" Monica pushed past him and out the doors. She didn't know where to start, Joey was right, he could be anywhere. "Joey, come here." She turned around and waited for him to come over to her.
"I need your help. Go get everybody else, and tell Rachel to stay at his apartment in case he comes back. I'm going to go this way." She pointed to the left of the building. "You guys can go where ever. I have my cell with me in case you find him. Now go!" She finished.
Joey didn't think twice about questioning her and took off back into the building to recruit everybody else.
"Come on Chandler, where did you go?" She whispered into the wind that had suddenly kicked up. She took a long look to the right of the building before turning and walking down the sidewalk in her quest for the man that she loved.
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- Five Hours Later -
"Joey come on, it's dark, it has gotten surprisingly cold for Los Angeles, I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I want to go home! We're not going to find him, he could be in Cuba by now!" Phoebe whined. Joey, her, and Ross had all set off together, they didn't want to get lost in a city they did not know. They had been searching for hours and hadn't found the slightest trace of Chandler.
"No he couldn't." Ross cut in.
"He couldn't what?" Joey asked, stopping and looking at him.
"He couldn't be in Cuba by now. You can't take a direct flight from the U.S. to Cuba. It would take longer than however long we've been searching to get there." He explained to a very uninterested pair of friends.
"Ross, that's not the point!" Phoebe screamed. "The point is, he could be anywhere, and the chances of us finding him are one in a million."
Joey sighed. He didn't want to give up searching. He didn't want to leave his friend out there, alone. Even though Chandler knew the city, it still seemed just as dangerous as New York to be out at night. "Phoebe's right, I think we should head back. Maybe Monica found him and they're back at the apartment. Let's just go check there, and then we'll go back to the hotel.
The three set off towards the apartment, hoping that he would be there, safe and sound. They all knew that he wouldn't be there though. He could have gone back to New York, he could have gone to another state, country, continent. He probably had houses everywhere, with the money that he had.
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Chandler had gone to his friend Mickey's house, who was also a drug addict. Mickey had always supplied him when he was in California. Now they were both lying on the floor of his ratty apartment. There was no place to sit except for the mattress in the corner or on his cardboard box filled with clothes and the few other belongings that he had.
They were both gone, so intoxicated that they couldn't even stand, let alone sit up for more than five seconds before they fell back down.
"You know what's fucked up?" Chandler asked, startling himself and Mickey at the sudden noise.
"What's that?" Mickey slurred. On top of the drugs that they had taken, they were beyond drunk, a dangerous combination.
"Life." He stated simply.
"Yea, I think you're right." Mickey said, starting to laugh. Within minutes, both of them were rolling around on the floor, unable to control their laughter.
But only ten minutes later, they were both passed out.
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Monica had refused to go back to the hotel, insisting that she had to stay and wait for Chandler to show up. She fell asleep on the couch watching some old movie from 1966 about cowboys and what not.
It was now five in the morning and Chandler was just stumbling through the front door, making enough racket to wake up the whole building.
Monica shot off of the couch and ran towards the front door, startling Chandler.
"You're just getting home now?!" She screamed, watching him cover his ears from the throbbing pain that it caused his head.
"You do not control my life Monica. I can do whatever the hell I want to!" He yelled back, suddenly not caring how much pain it caused him.
"No you can't! You do what you want and look how you turn out! You are a wasted life Chandler! You need help. We may not be able to provide the kind that you need, so I'm begging you Chandler..." Monica paused, not wanting to anger him with what she was about to say. "...please, you need to go to a rehabillitation clinic."
"I'm not going to rehab! I don't need it." He spat, slamming the door and walking over to his room.
"Yes you do Chandler! You could die, and care less." Monica pleaded.
"That's right, I could care less. So could everybody else. Sure people would think 'oh he was so young,' and 'he had his whole life ahead of him,' and 'what a shame.' But who would actually give a damn if I died?!"
"I would, we all would Chandler!" Tears were rolling down both of their faces for the second time in less than 48 hours. "Just do this for us Chandler. You owe it to yourself."
Chandler sighed and walked into his room, quietly shutting the door behind him. He fell face down on his bed and rolled onto his back, peeking up at the clock. He had to be at the studio in two hours. He couldn't work all day on no sleep and an army of angry friends behind him.
Monica's words ran over and over in his head. 'You owe it to yourself.' She was right, he did owe it, not only to himself, but to everybody around him. He needed to change, if he didn't, his life could very well be over in a matter of years. In all truth, he didn't want to die, he did care if he died, he cared about the people around him, he cared about himself.
He sat up on his bed and picked up the phone that sat on the night stand beside it. He stared down at it, finally dialing the number that he had debated dialing so many times before in the years past.
T B C
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Sorry for these short chapters, the next one will be longer. I think I'm almost done with this, just a couple more chapters to go. Or, I could just drop it all right now, I've got better things to do...just kidding, I don't have better things to do. Please review!!!!!!