Okay, I know I am so going to regret this, but I am now writing two stories at once...i couldnt help it, I had to start this before it went woosh outta my head! But I promise that I will not neglect either of my stories...I have to finish them!
Okay, this chapter is so, so, so incredibly short but I didnt want to rush into it, so I hope ya'all will understand that! The next chapters will be so much longer!
Oh, and I must warn you...this fic will probably end up being quite disturbing (arent all of mine?) Just a warning! Please read and review!
I dont own friends/characters/actors but I do own the chick and the duck...not really
The smell lingered.
It stuck with him, and he knew that it always would.
No matter how many times he showered, no matter how much he scrubbed, he knew.
The smell would linger.
He would always be able to smell them on him.
The touch.
Brutal, unloving, painful.
The fingers on his skin,
He could still feel them, even though they had left.
The pain.
The terror.
The touch.
The smell.
Chandler blinked, shaking his head slightly.
He felt numb.
He was numb. His body was awake, but his mind was sleeping. He didn't comprehend. He knew what had happened, but he couldn't realise it. Couldn't process it.
He felt the pain, but it was like an afterthought.
He was numb.
He had to get home; get out of the alleyway. Get out of the puddle he knew he was sitting in.
It hadn't rained, and the puddle was warm, but he couldn't comprehend.
He was numb.
Chandler stood, the pain hinting through his numb exterior; shooting through his body like an electric bolt. And then it was gone and he was staring down at the puddle.
Red.
Blood.
Chandler buckled his belt, his hands on autopilot, then wrapped his overcoat around him, pulling it close.
He was numb.
Chandler turned away from the puddle and began his journey home; feet being placed in front of one another, walking automatically, but never being told.
He couldn't tell them, they already knew what to do. He was glad for that; he couldn't tell them.
One foot in front of the other. They knew it, to his feet it was like clockwork. It was simple, but he didn't realise that at that moment.
He was numb.