Chucky

Chapter 2

That next morning I found Chucky was gone, what? Where is he!?!? I stood up nothing on my floor he wasn't in my room, did he leave me? It was a little hot I moved the curtains in my window, I put the curtains on the side. I noticed a little redheaded person sitting on a old wooden chair outside, i opened the window noticing it was Chucky. He looked like me was thinking long and hard about something, "chucky?" I asked, he turned his head to look at me. "Come over here!" I said to him. He smiled and walked over to my window, I put my hand down to grab him. His hands were so small and cute, I pulled him up he was so light. I hugged him tight to me, he was so cold. I walked to the fire place in the living room, than turned it on, sitting in front of the fire place holding the doll by the stomach. His body started to warm up. Chucky was so cute, I call him the doll cause he is one, "why do you cut yourself?" He asked out of the blue. "I don't know why, it feels good" I said to him. "Cutting yourself and damage your body." He said "how you know that?" I asked "because I used to do it" he sounded sad, or depressed. I turned him around so I could look at him. His eyes were so beautiful, "what is it?" His eyes looked depressed. "Nothing" he said he stared at the ground, not even trying to look at me. "Chucky?" He didn't answer just looked at me. "What?" He said trying to make himself look happy. "Don't what me I know your depressed what is it?" I asked him trying to stair him down. "Tell me!" I said to him. He looked at me for a short moment, than back at the ground. I wanted to know what was wrong, was it me? "You.." He paused right there "wouldn't understand" he said to me. My father walked into the room, " who are you talking to?" He asked me with a fake smile. "No one, I thought you were at work?" I said confused. My father noticed the doll in my lap. "no I'm on my day off," he stared at the doll. "where did you get the doll?" he asked me staring at the face of Chucky, "hi I'm Chucky wanna play?" Chucky said to him, my father laughed it was so cute. "I bought him with the money I got for my birthday." I answered my fathers question. I hugged the doll tight it was a Saturday thank god!! My father usually sat around doing nothing when it was Saturday. I put Chucky in front of the fire than walked into my bedroom to grab my laptop.

She put me to the fire, I was outside for the whole night. I rubbed my hands together near the fire. Why was this girl so nice to me? Was it because I was a doll? Was it because I have a horrible looking face? I didn't know what it was, but it was something.

I heard her door open, than shut lightly. I turned my head to see. She was holding a small laptop. She sat next to me. She was typing something. "What you doing?" I asked her, she looked at me for a quick second than at the laptop. "Making a book." I played with my plastic thumbs, waiting for her to notice me being bored. I started to think how I'm going to find my ex wife Tiffany. Stab her until she bleeds to death. "What's your name?" I asked her "hi I'm Beverly wanna play?" She answered coping me, I laughed. "Nice name" I said. She smiled at me. She was so pretty. I looked at her. Her hair reminded me of my daughter Glenda, god I haven't seen her for years. She noticed me staring at her "what are you looking at?" She asked smiling. I shock my head than looked away. I didn't answer her. She turned her head typing away like a mad man. Her eyes, her body, she was like a goddess. Skin las white as snow. I closed my eyes. What am I doing? She's the age of my daughter I can't think that way about her, or can I? I stared at the ground. "Hey chucky you want to go to school with me?" She asked. "Sure any not!" I answered staring at the ground. "Hey are you ok?" She asked. I looked up at her. "Yeah fine" I answered smiling. "Ok" she answered laughing a little bit. She doesn't believe me I guess.