I Have Never Been Happier - Donna Beneviento × Reader

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First Person P.O.V - (Y/N)

-I woke up on the floor this time around, although I managed to fall asleep on the couch in the living room. Either they've been moving me, or I've been walking around in my sleep, because I woke up to the sight of potted plants in the upstairs room. Getting up to my feet caused a painful ache in my.knees, and I looked over the plants sitting on the table, all of them, pretty yellow flowers that almost looked dead. I couldn't even be sure that they weren't.
-Stretching my arm causes a mild discomfort, and looked down at my rolled up sleeve, and I notice that all my little leech bites are covered with bandaids. I also notice that the bandaids all have cute little doodles on them, designs of butterflies and horrible attempts of flowers. It was cute however, regardless. Although it was a small act of kindness in the depths of all the cruelty, it doesn't mean I'm going to look at Angie any different, and I know there's no one else but her that could've. The actual person is far too afraid of touch me. But if I express a bit of gratitude, then maybe she'll believe me well enough to trust me to leave.
-Maybe I can play my cards right.

-Leaving the plant room, I walked down the hallway and then down the steps when I came to them. An unsettling anger sat in the bottom of my stomach, and I shrug my shoulders just a bit before I make it into the Voyer. I'm trying to stretch the kinks out of my joints from sleeping on the floor when I entered the living room and spotted Angie sitting on the floor, playing with cloth. When my eyes landed on her, I froze, and her head turned real slow so she can look back at me.
-The saliva in my mouth tasted poisonous as I forced myself to swallow. "Thank you for the bandaids." I say simply, and she just continues to stare.
-I turn away as soon as I feel something building up, and I towards the door in hopes I can get to the kitchen before anything else happens. Hell, I'm hoping that when I get into the elevator, I won't be thrust into a completely new world. But by the time I made it to the bottom, I stepped out into what I expected to step out into.
-The kitchen was a fifteen second walk, and I can't help but wonder why exactly the kitchen was underground and the only way to access it was the elevator. This house has a lot of confusion in it, and that's not only because it's run by a floating doll and her friends.
-The kitchen didn't have much of anything good to eat other than freshly picked fruits and vegetables. It wasn't very cleaned out of the rot either, and the entire place was dusty. Now that I'm really paying attention to the place, everything is a bit dirty, isn't it? I'd imagine getting the motivation to clean the entire place might be difficult.
-My eyes trace every item I pick up very carefully, even opening up some to see if they're dirty at all. I then turn to the doorway with a heavily tense stance, and I notice Angie floating in the air, simply staring at me.
-"Donna picked them all this morning. Cleaned them all up herself."
-I glance down at the vegetable in my hand before I close the refrigerator beside me. "Now why would she do that?"
-"Well, we couldn't kill you doing our worst, and we can't let you leave either. You're kind of like an annoying wild animal that we can't get rid of. Now we've just gotta deal with you."
-"You have such a nice way of words."
-"I didn't ask you! If I had it my way, we'd starve you to death and you'd die in a room that doesn't even exist. But Donna likes you for some reason."
-I raise my eyebrows in question, and it seems like not even the doll can answer my question. The woman who hasn't even spoken to me, takes a liking to me? For what reason??
-"Just eat your dumb food and come back up for tea. It won't be drugged next time."
-Then little Angie floats away, and I look down into my palm, once again looking over the vegetable in my hand, before I turn around to start trying to make a combination with it with the rest of apparently fresh and clean vegetables.

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-The tea party was surprisingly tame, I was sitting there, quietly sipping my tea on occasion as I listened to the dolls babble on to each other incoherently. Angie was also surprisingly quiet, seeming more angry than anything as she has her little arms crossed over the chest of her wedding dress. It was uncanny to see something such as this, and eventually my eyes came to the woman sitting with her palms beneath the table.
-I know staring was rude to do, I wasn't lost on that idea. But I can't help it as I'm trying to see if I can view her features through the veil. I already know what she looks like on painting, but given Angie's own change in age, there's no doubt that Donna herself has had to grow at least a little bit. It's when I stare for too long however that I can tell the dolls around me are getting a bit more antsy.
-It's making her uncomfortable, is what it is.
-When tea time had ended, she stood up and basically seemed to float out of sight. But I stand up and swiftly walk after her. I catch Angie rising in my peripherals, but I don't let that stop me when I reach over and take Donna's shoulder with my hand.
-Her clothes were cold, and I'm certain what was beneath her clothes had to be freezing. Her body tensed and she stood like a statue, and my grip loosened as I rounded to stand beside her.
-"I-I, uh.. Thank you for giving me something to eat." I say, and her head seemed to turn just barely to look at me. It was like staring back at a wild animal, something inhuman that could attack at any second. "It was good, too. You must grow them yourself, right? Thank you." Again.
-There really wasn't a point in trying to thank her, but I've been putting in some pieces in my mind.. Maybe Donna is the source of it all, that much I have to be sure of, but that doesn't mean that the dolls that I speak to are her and all of her. Angie said it herself, she wanted me dead, but Donna? She's a seperate entity with a seperate thought process. Humanity was still within this body, as much as it feels more like a corpse.
-"...You're welcome." The whisper was so quiet I could barely hear it about the soundless air, but I heard it.
-It's only when I turn around and catch a good look at the dolls at the dining table to realize they're all looking at me.
-I give her a short nod before I let her go and I'm walking away, feeling like I've over stepped way too many boundaries. It's not long after I enter the voter that I notice there's a yellow thread leading up the steps. I follow after it, and find myself in the guest bedroom where it ends, my previous clad sitting in the corner, absolutely filthy.
-The bed is built for a child, and regardless of my own size(whatever that may be), it's still too small for me to fit in properly. As long as I remain comfortable with bent knees and letting a bit of me hang off the edge a little bit then I should be fine.. However, in this house I can't find a moment where I'd be comfortable with my body leaning off the side any time soon.
-I sit down on the bed and I feel my body relax just slightly, enough for me to finally feel the ache of stress. It's one thing to acknowledge my situation, but to actually let myself think about it was a completely different situation. I'm trapped in a house with a ghostly woman and her maniacal doll, surrounded by haunting horrors. I've watched all my friends die twice, I've been drugged and drowned in mud, leeches have been in my skin and I fear the idea that even maggots have been. I'm not even supposed to be alive right now, and yet I am somehow. How am I alive? Is it due to my flexibility, suddenly being able to maneuver around the death as it chases me, or am I running on luck?
-Either way, the whole meaning to life is not to think about all the reasons why I am and why I shouldn't be. The reasons to be alive I'd like to think are to be free, pursue happiness. I'm most certainly not going to be happy here, that much I know.
-I stay in the guest bedroom for a very long time, not leaving. I know hours would technically be the right count, but I don't bother to pay attention to the seconds. I've got my body in the corner on the bed and I'm watching the light change through the window.
-The knock on my door is what catches my attention, and I am amble as I sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed and land my feet on the floor. I'm staring at the entrance, and for a moment I don't react, wondering if they'd just come in or if they'd knock again. But, they don't. To either of those.
-I walk over and I crack the door open, before looking down and finding a small plate of crackers sitting by my feet. It's not much, given this house doesn't own a good amount of edible things. But it's enough for my stomach to groan silently at me. I had no idea how hungry I was.
-"Thank you." I say out loud, certain they'd hear me before I pick up the plate and shut the door.
-There's no way they could put unnoticeable drugs on the crackers, right?