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Joey stands motionless by his bedroom window looking out over New York. Tears silently slide down his face as his troubled eyes look out into the night. Joey: Man, how the hell did my life get here. He shakes his head sadly and walks over to his bed sits down and begins sobbing hard. He tries to pull himself together but the tears refuse to stop. Joey: God how much more pain can I take? How long do I have to feel like this! He gets up and begins pacing around the room. Joey: I can't talk to my friends about any of this. They expect me to just be funny, stupid, slutty Joey. They'd probably be to uncomfortable to even stick around if I told them! Oh who the hell am I kidding they'd be better off without me anyway. Ross wouldn't have to put up with my stupidity, or worry about me loving Rachel. Rachel wouldn't have to deal with my feelings for her. Chandler and Monica wouldn't have me sponging off of them or put up with me for that matter. Yeah they'd probably throw a party if I died! Joey sighs heavily and rubs his face. Joey: Maybe the whole world would be better off if I wasn't around. Maybe I should just end it. Do the world and myself a favor. Joey sits back down and ponders this as tears continue to poor down his cheeks. Joey is now out walking the streets with a sad determination still trying to stop the tears in his eyes. Joey: I can't believe it's come to this, I can't believe I'm going to do this. But what else can I do! I am hopelessly in love with a woman I can never be with, my so called career is in the gutter, my friends don't understand me and think I'm nothing but an idiot, and if my past ever got out... Joey shivers and starts to cry harder again. Then he takes a deep breath and rubs his face hard. Joey: Well, it's going to end tonight. No more pain, no more tears, no more wishing for things that can't be, or hiding things I can't handle. But how? I don't want anyone to see me do this or get hurt trying to stop me, and if I jump off of something that could happen. Or worse I could fall on someone and kill them. So that's not an option. It can take you a long time to bleed to death and someone could find me and save me so stabbing isn't going to work either. I don't have a gun and I don't know where to get one quickly, legally anyways, I mean, hey, I don't want to break any laws just end my life. So I can't shoot myself. Besides I don't want to traumatize anyone with some gory scene. Maybe sleeping pills are the best. It's painless, there's no mess, no one else can get hurt, and since it will look like I'm asleep no one will stop me. Not that anyone would want to anyway. He laughs bitterly and continues on. Joey is now back at his apartment. He sits sadly on his bed looking at the pill bottles in front of him. Joey: It's amazing how many different sleeping pills are on the market. I don't know which works the fastest but if I take all four bottles I'm sure I'll die. He swallows hard fighting back the endless tears. Joey: Maybe I should write a note. He goes and gets a piece of paper and a pen then scribbles down something and sighs. Joey: There, now they'll know it wasn't some kind of stupid accident. They'll know I meant it. He puts the note on his night stand and sighs. Then picks up one of the bottles and looks at the directions and reads a warning a loud. Joey: Do not drink with alcohol. Joey snorts. Joey: Perfect, I can go out with a beer. He goes and gets a beer then returns to his room and careful not to drop a single pill takes all four bottles and finishes it off with the final swig of his beer. Then allowing the bottles of pills and the beer can to fall to the floor he lays back on his bed with tears still falling and closes his eyes.
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"Mr. Chandler Bing?" asked a strange, gruff voice. "Yeah?" "This is the National Coast Guard. We found a body floating around in the waters around New York, dead, and found a phone. We unclogged the water from it and called the first person on the list, you."The phone says the property of Joey Tribiani. Do you know this man?" "Yes. And he was my… my best friend." "We're very sorry we couldn't get to him in time. It appears to be suicidal, as he was just floating there, no sign of a struggle. We know its late, but could you come over?" "Sure, sure, I just need to call some people first," I sighed, ready to cry. "Okay, it's the New York felicity." "Okay," I hung up the phone and held my face in my hands, and cried. Monica stirred, and I soon felt a hand on my shoulder. "Chandler? What's wrong?" she asked sleepily. "Joey… Joey committed suicide. He drowned himself." (Phoebe's POV) We were all there. It was Joey's funeral, and the other 5 of us were there Ross, Rachel, Monica, and Chandler. Mike was watching all the kids for us as we paid our respects. "He died in despair. That's what bugs me. If he had died happy… then I wouldn't be so sad," Monica murmured. "He did a disservice to us," Ross sighed. "We loved you, Joe," Chandler sighed, "we loved you. Why?" (Joey's POV) I stared down at my friends from above. Why, you ask? Because I'm done
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I'll never have love. I'll never have a family. All I have are the Chick and the Duck, who died. They died, and Chandler never told me. Wonderful friend he is. I have no life. I have nothing. This apartment is falling apart. The ugly naked guy has died. A complete nutcase lives where Monica and Chandler used to. I have nothing.
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Chandler pushed his hand underneath Lucas's mattress, fishing for the shard of glass Lucas had pressed against Chandler's neck on the night of the rape. Finding it, Chandler sat on his bed, staring at it. Taking a deep breath, he pressed it into his wrist. The sharp sting felt soothing. It was nice to feel a pain other than emotional pain. He ran the glass down from the top of his wrist, to above his elbow, tracing the vein, opening up his skin. The sharp pain was excruciatingly satisfying. Chandler felt pleased to see the blood gushing out of his arm. Soon it would all be over, this emotional pain. The gangrape, the prison, the false accusations from his goddaughter.
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there's A LOT of fanfiction about joey and chandler killing themselves
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Hector Beerlioz posted:yikes! correction** "Hello?" said Ross. "Ross, it's Joey," said the voice on the other line. "Oh, hi," said Ross, disappointed. "You have to come down here," said Joey. "We're all at Beth Israel Hospital." "Why?" asked Ross. "Rachel tried to commit suicide," said Joey
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I found an unconscious Ross on the floor. His wrists were bleeding badly. He was deadly pale. If his chest wasn't moving I would've sworn he was dead. I looked over and I saw a razor covered in blood in the sink. My eyes went wide.. Oh my God! He tried to commit suicide!
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As he reached the foot of the stairwell, Phoebe saw a wet spot. She called out, "Ross, look out for " Ross turned and interrupted, saying "What?", just as his foot slipped and he fell down the stairs with a prolonged yell. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Phoebe, Chandler and Joey ran over to the stairs. Joey called out, "Watch out for the last step, you'll get an rear end full of splinters!" he dead
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you're like a really crappy google (if any of you want to copy off that site you have to right click > print.... then copy off that screen)
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"Phoebe, she's in critical condition." He started off. "Will she be okay?" Asked Monica frantically. "She has a 50/50 chance of surviving." He told her honestly. "50/50? Oh my god, Phoebe! What about Ross? How is he?" Pressed Chandler, speaking for Monica as she was clearly at a loss for words. "He's, Monica I'm afraid Ross has passed away. He died seconds after we got him out of the car. There was nothing we could do, and believe me we tried. I am so sorry for your loss, both of you. The paramedic put his hand on Monica's shoulder.
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the gingerbread man but with crying instead of rhythms He ran out, Starting to cry. His best friend, crush, and other best friend HATED him. Or so he thought. He ran into his other friend, Phoebe, on the way. She was odd, in a good way. Phoebe was shocked to see him cry. "What's wrong?" She asked. Joey started crying even more, and ran further away. Phoebe tried to chase Joey down, But he ran quick, maybe too quick.
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“I THINK I MIGHT NOT LIKE ONLY WOMEN OKAY?” Chandler was silent for a few beats, before looking at Joey and nodding. “Well Joey I guess I ave admit something, I uh… I’m not only into women either. intact I don’t like women at all.”
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Outpost22 posted:i thought "the one where the twin towers fell" was some pretty powerful television Chandler had been trapped in the rubble for five hours when the rescue workers finally got to him. He was filthy, terrified, his muscles sore and he had a cut on his head. He needed to clear his head and he was able to walk just fine and with that, began to walk off. He had gotten about twenty feet from the rubble when he saw them walking towards him. He recognized them immediately and soon they recognized him. He stopped and waited for them. Ross pointed him out first. Monica raced towards him, wrapping her arms around him, holding him tightly. Soon the others surrounded him and they were all hugging, crying, standing with the wreckage behind them.
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