Author's Note: Hey guys. Thanks to the people who are still reading this story and reviewing for every chapter. Well anyway I was so glad when I got positive results for chapter 7. I thought that people would have thought it went a little two fast. I'm thinking either chapter 9 or 10 will tie up the first one and sorry that Ross really doesn't have a role in here. Well anyway here's chapter 8. Enjoy.
This takes place about a week after the last chapter.
Monica walked up to the lunch table where Chandler was sitting. He greeted her with a smile as she sat down.
"Hey, Mon." He said kissing her on the cheek.
"Hey back to you." Monica said.
"Hey, what's up with you and Rachel? I tried asking her but she won't tell me and I asked Ross but he doesn't know. So what's going on?" Chandler asked.
"It's nothing ok. We just had a big fight. She'll get over it." Monica said.
"What do you mean, she'll get over it, Monica that's your best friend. Now tell me what happened." Chandler demanded, something was up with Monica and he just couldn't see it.
"Chandler do you have to know everything? God, just leave it alone." Monica said getting frustrated.
"Sorry. It's just I'm really worried about you. You're different. I guess I'll see you later," he said before leaving the table shaking his head.
'Great now Chandler is probably going to leave me because I'm scaring him,' Monica thought.
Monica looked around for Rachel, she wanted to talk to her. She spotted her talking with some of her cheerleader friends. Rachel looked her way for a moment before going back to her conversation. Monica sighed then got up from the table and went to her class, with tears in her eyes.
As soon as the bell rung for dismissal, Monica ran out of the building and walked home. She didn't bother to wait for Chandler cause she was sure that he was a bit mad at her. She was really hurt because Rachel wasn't talking to her even though it was her fault she still missed her best friend. She entered her bedroom and through her books on her bed. As she was about to leave her room she stopped in her tracks when she saw herself in her full length mirror. She hadn't realized how sick she looked. She still had some weight on her, but it wasn't like it was before. She went into the bathroom. She opened up the medicine cabinet and moved everything aside until she found what she was looking for.
She pulled out a razor. She held the cool metal in her hands and looked at it carefully. Monica then slid the razor across her skin, just enough for it to bleed. She was about to make another cut when her mother yelled for.
"Monica, dinner is ready," Her mom yelled upstairs.
"Coming mom," She yelled back. She quickly took some toilet paper and wiped off the blood on her arm. She flushed the tissue down the toilet so no one would have suspicions and went downstairs for dinner.
