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Chapter 3
Moving On
It had been almost a week since the accident had happened. It had left everybody in shock. Rachel could still not forget everything that had happened that terrible night. She had flashbacks of that phone call from the doctor. Sometimes it was even hard to sleep. She would go to bed at 9 and not actually fall asleep until about 1 or 2 in the morning. It had left a scar on everybody, but the scar on Rachel was far more painful and bigger. She was the one that had gotten the phone call from that doctor.
Today, Rachel was suppose to be going over to Monica's and Chandler's apartment. They were all suppose to get information on Phoebe's funeral. Monica, of course, had organized and arranged everything. She had called them over and told them to come to her apartment at 4:00 PM. Rachel had now, finally decided that she was going. She had had the busiest day at work today and thought she wouldn't be able to make it to Monica's, but she now thought that she could.
Rachel packed everything in the car and headed towards her new, but small, apartment. It was about 3 streets down from where Monica, Chandler, and Joey lived. She adored it. Life there was tough though. She lived all by herself and took care of still small Emma. Thankfully, that terrible night at Monica's Emma was being watched by her neighbor. Her name was Ms. Wen. She was a nice, old Asian lady that sometimes watched Emma.
It was getting closer to the apartment. Rachel turned right and headed towards the next stoplight. She waited there for about 3 seconds until the light turned green and she turned right again. She headed straight for a minute or so until she came to a stop sign. She stopped and kept going straight. Two stop signs followed and finally Rachel was home.
She parked on the side and got out quickly to avoid oncoming traffic. She went to the back of her car and unloaded all of her groceries. Having closed the trunk, she left for her apartment.
Rachel awoke panting. She had finally gotten some sleep, but she now wished she hadn't. She had a nightmare. It was a dream about that night at Monica's. She couldn't take this anymore. She could not live anymore. She kept remembering that phone call and Joey crying and Monica being so sad that she had to leave her own apartment and...it was just too much to bear. She got up and went to go get a glass of water.
As she was drinking her water it hit her like a stone to the head. Phoebe was gone. She would never ever see her again. It was as if everything from that terrible night had come back to her. The feelings and everything else. She dropped the glass and it shattered all over the floor. The glass pieces had cut her feet. She slouched down her feet covered in blood. When would she ever get over this.
She started to cry. She could no longer hold it in. She could only hold it in for a while and then she had to cry to let it all out. When would this go away? When would she get over this? These unanswerable questions she asked herself right now crying. She glanced quickly at the clock and it read 3:57 PM. She would never have made it on time. She still had to clean up all of this glass and clean and treat her feet. Rachel looked at herself as pathetic for not getting over this. Her other 4 friends had already gotten over it. Or at least they looked to have.
Rachel had picked up everything and had put bandages on her feet. They weren't badly hurt, but they still bled a little. She was sitting on the couch with a magazine in her lap. Of course, she wasn't actually reading it. She was thinking of Phoebe and remembering the best of her. Rachel's eyes were swelled with tears. The tears streamed down and hit the magazine. The magazine was now half wet and its ink blotched. She put her head back to the couch pillow.
Monica guessed Rachel couldn't make it. It was now 7: 47 PM and Ross and Joey were leaving with invitations in their hands to Phoebe's funeral. She still wasn't really over the fact that Phoebe had gone, but she had learned to accept the reality for what it was.
"I'm going to bed honey," said Chandler immediatly yawning afterwards.
"Okay, I'll be there in a sec."
Monica looked back at the clock as it read ten 'til 8. They were both pretty tired so she guessed this was a reasonable time to go to bed and get some rest. She wished Rachel had come to get an invitation at least. Now she wouldn't know when to attend Phoebe's funeral.
Phoebe. She was gone. A tear fell down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it off and told herself to get over it. She put on a normal face and went into the kitchen to make sure that the doer was locked. It wasn't so she locked it. She turned off the light to the kitchen and living room and went to her room to go to bed.
KNOCK! KNOCK! Rachel awoke at 8:14 PM. She had evidently fallen asleep on the couch, again. She picked up the soggy magazine and threw it away. She went to go open the door and there was Ms. Wen with Emma by her side holding her hand.
"Here's Emma, Rachel. Remember to call me whenever you need her watched. She just an angel!"
Rachel smiled, thanked Ms. Wen, and took Emma into her apartment. She closed the door and then locked it. Emma looked at her mom and smiled. Rachel smiled too and carried her into her pink bedroom. She changed her into some pajamas and put her in her crib with a blanket. Rachel kissed her forehead and then went into her bedroom to go back to sleep. This night she actually slept through the whole night.