*It's gonna get kind of dark, so I'd suggest stop reading if you are easily depressed...*
Chandler woke up the next morning, and for some reason he felt like smiling. She gave him hope. Monica gave him hope. Feeling better, he went in the shower and got dressed for work, and left feeling pretty happy. He smiled all day, making jokes like the old Chandler. He walked into the apartment and saw everyone sitting around Monica's. He walked in and smiled at everyone, and noticed straight away something was up. No one was looking at him. Monica was, but she looked terrified.
"What?" He asked, and everyone looked at Joey. He looked un-easy. "Joey?" He asked. Joey sighed.
"Look man. Your mom." He said, looked really scared.
"What about her?" Chandler asked.
"...She's been sick for a while..." Joey said, and everyone watched Chandler's face. He took a deep breath.
"And?" Chandler asked.
"She passed away an hour ago. I'm so sorry," Joey said, and everyone watched in silence as Chandler took it in. He didn't cry, he had a blank expression. He turned and walked out of the room slowly.
Everyone noticed Chandler slipping back to like he was before, but worse. He didn't talk, or respond to anything anyone said. They tried everything, and nothing worked. They booked him in witha terapist, but it didn't change anything. Monica was the only one who could get him to snap back to reality, and that was only sometimes. Right now they were all in the livingroom, apart from Chandler, who was in his apartment. This suddenly occured to Monica, and she said she was going to check on him, and walked to his apartment, opening the door. She checked the bathroom, he wasn't there. She walked over to his room and pushed the door open slowly. He was sitting on his bed, but he was holding a piece of glass to his wrist. Monica ran over and knocked the glass out of his hand. She grabbed him and pulled his towards her so he was facing her.
"Chandler!" She said, and he snapped back, looking at his wrist which was bleeding a little. He looked terrified, and Monica wrapped her arms around him. He was shaking.
"What was I doing?" He asked, and Monica held him tighter. "I'm scared Monica," Chandler said.
"I know Chandler. I am too." Monica said, holding him tight.