Chapter 1: Package from No One...
I can't consider anything else other than he was my friend… A real friend who would never want to hurt me, or my family or friends. I could tell him anything that I couldn't tell even my closest friends and families… He said to me that he would be my friend even after the end. Well, it was the end for him… I didn't wanna do it, but I had to. Here's my story:
Kids, teens, and adults of all ages were running around, talking about new trends, and smoking and drinking. I wish I could've done at least some of those things, not including the smoking and drinking, so I could be happy and have fun. It was my 15th birthday and I wasn't having as much fun as I thought I would. I was standing out on my deck taking in a deep breath then letting it out again. The wind was blowing my short brown hair all around my face, but I didn't care.
"Where's all the fun I've wanted?" I asked myself.
I wanted to hang out with everyone and have fun. Maybe play some Pictionary like I wanted, but that wasn't happening.
"Emilee! Come inside!"
I looked at the sliding glass door to see who it was even though in a way I already knew. I saw my mom smiling at me and motioning for me to come inside. I sighed and nodded. This birthday was not turning out how I'd hoped.
When I went inside, I saw that my birthday cake had two candles in it: A number 1 and a number 5. I smiled a little. Cake has been known to cheer me up when I'm in the mood for it, and right now, I am. I sat at the round, wooden table in front of the cake. The cake was a rectangle shape and it was white, pink, and had those coloured ribbons on it. People were crowded around the table waiting for my mom to light the candles so they could sing happy birthday to me. Just like clockwork, my mom ran over with a lighter that she had obviously waited until the last minute to find instead of having it at the ready. She quickly lit it and brought it over to the top of the candles. Once they were lit, everyone started singing "Happy Birthday" to me in a merry tune. I smiled and blushed like I do every year when people sing to me in honor of me. After the song, I blew out the candles in one breath. You know that whole "However many candles you don't blow out in one go, that's how many kids or boyfriends you'll have" thing? That's a bunch of bullshit in my opinion. Everyone clapped at my performance.
"Yay! No boyfriends!" my mom's boyfriend, Steven, exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes at this comment. I don't really trust Steven anymore because of his abuse over the years, but my mom told me to just move on. But here's the thing: I don't move on from things! I've tried and tried and tried again and again and again, but it just doesn't work! Anyway, after cutting cake and eating some, everyone changed the stage to the deck in the backyard.
"I guess it's time for presents…" I whisper, following everyone.
I'm growing up, so the presents that I'm getting as of recently are very few. However, that's because I'm getting older and deserve bigger, more expensive presents that big kids like me use. I got new thin-tip Sharpies, thick metallic coloured Sharpies, new coloured pencils in a pack of 72, a bunch of gift cards for Barnes & Noble and other stores, and a heart necklace from my friend Josh. I thanked everyone for the presents and hugged them.
That night, as I was getting ready for bed, I heard the doorbell go ding-dong!
'Who could that be?' I wondered.
Maybe someone forgot their coat here and came back to get it or something. I made my way upstairs to the landing to get the door. However, when I got there, I saw that my mom was already there. It doesn't surprise me that she beat me there, she was already upstairs giving my little sister, Isabella, a bath, so, she would've had a head start. Nevertheless, I still stood there to see who it was.
My mom opened the door to see a man in a FedEx uniform. He was a man who appeared to be in his 40's or 50's with gray hair and brown eyes.
"Package for Miss Emilee Groothuis?" he said, looking around.
I stepped forward. "That's me."
He handed me a life sized package.
"Who's it from?" I asked him.
My mom looked at me. I knew by then I had just asked a stupid question. I looked at the package to distract, but I was confused. Here's why: It didn't say who it was from.
"It doesn't say…" I said to my mom.
My mom looked at the delivery man who just shrugged.
"Don't look at me, I just deliver." he said, walking away.
I told my mom I wanted to go downstairs to my room to open up the package. She let me, and I went downstairs like I said I would. I turned on my light to my bedroom, shut the door, and sat on my plushy bed. Technically it's my mom's bed that she gave to me when we moved in here. I was sleeping on a futon, but it was so hard and lumpy! So, my mom gave me her bed and got a new one for herself instead. Anywho, I started to tear through the cardboard box with a sharp knife that I kept in my room in case I needed it for something like this. Don't even call me a murdering psychopath, because I'm not! When I was able to get through the flaps, I opened them. My hazel eyes widened in shock at what I saw: A Good Guy Doll! Someone had sent me a Good Guy Doll. I had seen these in the Child's Play movies, particularly Chucky, and I knew that they were supposed to say three sentences. Someone probably sent it to me to joke around or something. However, I'd become interested with the Child's Play movies and I'd wanted to ask my mom for a Chucky doll, but I was afraid that she'd say no and that would be it! I was eager and happy to see my new toy, so, I opened up the box. When I got the doll out, I smiled at it. It looked just like it does in the movies: Short red hair, blue eyes, Good Guy overalls and shoes, and a pleasant smile on his face.
I stared at the doll, it stared back. I turned it over and began to unhook it's overalls. I had to make sure there were batteries in it, so, if I tried talking to it and it doesn't talk back, I don't sound like I was just talking to myself. I know I already do that, but still… So, it turns out the batteries were already placed in it with extra batteries in the package as well; I kept the batteries in my good luck charms baggie for later.
"Mom! Mom! Come down here!" I called up the stairs.
"I'm coming," she called back.
I waited for her to come. She took a little while… I decided to introduce my new toy to my other stuffed animals.
"Everyone, this is my new Good Guy doll," I say to my stuffed animals.
My room has like an over head built-in shelf where I can line my stuffed animals and other plushies in a row, and every night I choose a different one to sleep with.
I heard footsteps approach my bedroom. I turned around to see whoever was going to come into the doorway. It was mom. She had wide eyes and a wide mouth at what I was holding.
"Where did you get that?" she asked me in awe.
I laughed at her expression, because, how could I not.
"Isn't it great?" I asked in a bubbly tone, looking at my new doll.
My mom gave a wry smile. I know what that means: "Oh great. Another obsession in my house."
I have ADD, ADHD, and Asperger Syndrome, so, I often obsess over many different things at a time. First, it was Epic Mickey, next it was Sonic the Hedgehog,-and I still love it- then it was My Little Pony Friendship is Magic, and now it's horror.
"Well, you may not be okay with this, but that's your loss." I say with a shrug.
My mom ran over to me and grabbed my shoulders.
"No, no, no," she said, trying to make sure I don't have another annual "meltdown" like I do when stuff like this happens.
"It's amazing that you got a Good Guy doll, Emmy." she gushed.
I smiled and giggled.
So, we sat down on my bed to see if it worked.
"Okay… let's see if I remember how to do this…" I mumbled to myself.
"Hi, I'm Emilee! What's your name?" I asked enthusiastically to the doll.
I waited for a response. Then, the doll blinked his eyes and shifted them towards me.
"Hi, I'm Chucky, and I'm your friend 'till the end. Hi-dee-ho! Ha, ha, ha." he replied pleasantly.
I laughed and smiled widely.
"He works! And he's Chucky!" I exclaim, hugging my mom.
She laughed and hugged back. After we hugged enough, I returned to talking to Chucky.
"What do you like to do, Chucky?" I inquired to the red-head doll.
He blinked his eyes like before and said, "I like to be your friend." pleasantly.
I laughed again. I hugged the doll against my chest, pleased with him. Then I started feeling something against my chest. I was confused because it felt and sounded like… a heartbeat! I took the doll away from my chest, causing the feeling to retreat. It wasn't my heart… Should I tell mom? … Nah, maybe not.
"Well, this has been very interesting Emmy Jean," my mom said, standing up from my bed.
She then walked out of my room, shutting the door behind her. Jean is my middle name, and Emmy is my nickname. I stood up and set the life-size Chucky doll to rest on my pillows.
"I'll be right back, Chucky," I say, even though I know he won't respond properly.
I walked out of my room to go brush my teeth.
As I'm brushing my teeth, I still have the same question whirling around in my head: Who sent me the Chucky doll? It wasn't my mom, she wouldn't have acted that surprised if she did. It wasn't Steven, he lives too close to send me a package. I didn't know where or who it came from! Maybe if I made some phone calls to my friends and family, asked them if they sent it, then I'd know. I spit the white, foamy toothpaste into the sink and rinse my mouth with cold water. Next: Listerine! Just as I poured the purple mouthwash into the cap, I heard something go pitter, patter… I whipped my head to the left only to stare into the dark hallway.
"Who's there?" I called.
I got no reply.
I shrugged.
'Must've been my imagination.' I told myself.
I poured the mouthwash into my mouth, causing it to feel fresh! It also stings a bit, so I just swish, gargle, and spit. My teeth are sparkling clean and straight. I walked back to my room which wasn't very far. See, I have a bathroom of my own practically right next to my room downstairs. I can shower, use it, and even brush my teeth in it!
I walked into my room, eager to see Chucky again.
"Hey, Chuck… y?" I looked on my bed where he was supposed to be.
"Where did you go?" I called out.
I then facepalmed myself; that was a stupid question! I know that he can only say three things back to whatever I say, so, that was a pretty stupid move.
Maybe mom knows where he is? I walked up the two flights of stairs swiftly to the living room. I saw my little sister Bella watching Doc McStuffins. I actually love a lot of the shows my three-year old sister watches. I know it sounds gay, but that's your opinion! Anyway, I also saw someone sitting next to Bella-Chucky. I tilted my head confused. Maybe Bella brought him upstairs?
"Isabella, I told you to keep your hands off of my things!" I groaned, walking over to my curly haired sibling.
"What I do?" she asked innocently.
I picked up Chucky in my arms, swaddling him slightly.
"Did you bring Chucky upstairs?" I asked her sternly.
She shook her head.
"Well then, who did?" I pressed further.
"He walked," she replied.
I rolled my eyes. Though a part of me jerked at that action. Maybe it's because I actually kind of believed her. I know it sounds weird, but I have various beliefs in many things. I believe in the supernatural, I believe in mermaids, I even believe it's possible that my doll might've actually just walked upstairs to watch T.V. with my little sister. The reason I rolled my eyes is because… well, why the hell not?
Drama!
Before going to bed, I'll read a book; it helps me to feel sleepy. I was currently reading Monster High 4: Back and Deader than Ever. It was written by Lisi Harrison, and it's the final book in the Monster High series by her. I yawned. I knew by then my body was starting to feel sleepy, heavy, and tired. Chucky was still upstairs with Bella. Bella wanted Chucky to stay upstairs with her until she went to bed, then she would bring him down to me. I put the bookmark in the spot where I was stopping for the night. Then, I heard footsteps approach my bedroom. I looked over to greet whoever it was gonna be. It was mom.
"Where's Bella?" I inquired.
"Sleeping," she whispered, her blonde hair glistening.
She walked over to me and handed me Chucky who resided in her arms.
"Chucky," I cooed, cuddling him.
Mom rolled her eyes in response.
"You probably cuddled with a doll like this when you were little!" I retorted.
"Yeah, but that was when I was a kid," she talked back, "and you're a teenager." she added.
"Whatever," I say with a shrug.
"Goodnight, Emmy Jean." she whispered, kissing my forehead.
I say goodnight back.
I laid down next to Chucky and cuddled him. I know I've only known him for a short time, but I have to say this…
"I love you, Chucky…" and I kissed his cheek.
New story! I've been into the Chucky franchise lately and I had these dreams lately about how Chucky was my friend.
Shadow: I think I'm going to enjoy this story very much.
Me too!
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