I shouldn't have
A Chucky fanfic
Chapter One: A new friend
I'd stayed home from school. Again. I wasn't sick, obviously, but emotionally dead. I was 15 years old, and I still didn't have a boyfriend. What the hell kind of world was this??
I felt like killing myself. I really did. So I called my only friend in the whole world, Ashley.
"Hello?" Ashley answered.
"Hi." I said, "Ashley, I'm feeling really suicidal." And I started crying. "Iris, no." Ashley said, and she sounded tearful too. "Suicide is not the answer. You'll find somebody. I promise." "But…" I stammered, "You aren't really helping me find someone. And you have 3 fucking men in your life. What does that leave me with??" "I'm sorry!" Ashley explained, "I can't help it if I found the love of my life before you did." All I did was break down and start crying again. I brought a razorblade to my wrist. "Ashley," I said, "I'm about to do it." "Iris, NO!" I heard from the other end, and then she hung up.
I couldn't bring myself to drag the razorblade across my wrist. I just sat there in limbo until, within minutes, Ashley came over. I answered the door, tear stained and shaking. "Give me the fucking razor." Ashley said, holding out her hand. I silently gave it to her, and she threw it into the garbage can on the driveway.
"What the hell else am I supposed to do, Ashley?" I yelled in desperation and frustration, "I'm going to be fucking ALONE for the rest of my life. Do you know how that feels? Do you?" I stood there with my fists clenched, my lips trembling, and tears running down my cheeks. "Iris," Ashley said, "Calm down. I know someone who will date you." I suddenly stopped crying. "Who?" I asked. "His name is Charles." "Fat Charles?" I inquired, thinking of Ashley's pothead neighbor. "No." Ashley said, shaking her head, "It's not fat Charles. He's older, and I think you'll really like him. Ray is his last name. Charles Ray." "Do you have a picture of him?" I said. Ashley pulled out her phone. There it was, a picture of Charles Ray. He was tall and muscular, with long dark hair, dark eyes, and extremely pale skin. He was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life. "Holy… holy shit." I said, trembling. He was so hot! Ashley giggled. "See?" She said, "I told you everything would be okay." "Let's call him!" I squealed. "Okay." Ashley said, and dialed Charles's number. "Hey Chucky. It's Ashley. I think I found you a girlfriend. Uh huh. Yeah. Her name is Iris, and she's one of my best friends. Yeah." She smiled to look at me, "She's pretty cute. She's got a great rack." "Ashley!" I said, playfully smacking her. "What, you do!" Ashley said, still giggling. I could hear Chucky laughing on the other line. "Uh huh. Uh huh." Ashley continued, "Hey, why don't we all go to the movies tomorrow? We have nothing better to do." I started jumping up and down and squealing. "Okay, Chucky. Talk to you later." "So…" I said with a huge smile on my face, "What's the deal?" "He's going to meet us to see Friday the 13th tomorrow." "Wait," I said, "He's over 18?" "Yeah," Ashley said, "He's 26. He just got over a divorce with his bitchy wife, Tiffany, so he's pretty shy towards girls." I didn't know he was that much older. I shrugged. It was fine with me.