A/N: I can't believe it's been almost three years since I've updated this story, so sorry everyone. I do appreciate all the reviews left behind in my absence. Really makes my day. Anyway, here is another short chapter, it's kind of confusing but important. As for the season this is in I would guess about 2-3. I only have Seasons 1-4 on DVD and Season 3 is my favorite so…

A/N2: I don't have a beta-reader so all mistakes are mine and mine alone. If you find one that offends you so much, tell me and I'll change it

Pairings: C/P, C/R, or C/P/R…Haven't decided yet.

Warnings: Bulimia, Self-Mutilation, Abuse (Child/Sexual/Psychological), & other nastiness.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, although if Matthew Perry wants be mine willingly I wouldn't object.


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Chapter - 1

Long, slender fingers gracefully danced across finely tuned strings as a sweetly lilted voice accompanied the play of music in a surprisingly beautiful harmony.

To say that the customers of Central Perk, four in particular, were dumbstruck at the sight would be an understatement.

Phoebe Buffay had never looked or sounded so wonderfully.

The music and song were so emotionally sung that it brought tears to many eyes. It was as if she was pouring out her heart and soul with each strum of her fingers or pitch of her voice. It was beautiful but sad.

Head cocked to one side with deep, knowing blue eyes tightly clenched shut, long blonde tresses falling over her right shoulder and lightly tickling her thigh with each breath, guitar firmly yet gently placed against her, but stunningly of all was the gleam from the window and sun sparkling off her in a halo of brilliance that made the surreal picture even more dramatic.

Like an angel from heaven, she was practically glowing.

Unaware of the moved listeners around her; Phoebe Buffay was in a world of her own. A place where she was one with herself; in perfect synchronization. A serene world of her own making that showed all truths that she tried so desperately to hide from herself and others.

And what she found made her want to weep in despair.

The music became even darker, and sorrowful as the knowledge of what the nagging feeling of dread that had been bothering her for some time finally came to light.

'Oh god…' The masseuse cried internally, knowing the truth for what it was. 'Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!'

Gently slapping her palm against the strings of her guitar, Phoebe blinked open dazed; tear rimmed blue orbs and smiled sadly at her stunned friends. Her gaze traveled up and down her friends lingering a here and there before they strayed to the pretty brunette maneuvering her way to the bathroom door.

The coffee shop was eerily silent for a few moments before mass applause, and whistles drowned out the shaky knock and quiet conversation.

She didn't need to know what was being said, she could easily guess. But when terrified blue eyes gazed helplessly back into her own distraught one's, palm gently resting on the doors frame, she knew.

She wasn't the only one who finally saw it.


TBC…