I Have Never Been Happier - Donna Beneviento × Reader

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

-I don't know how long I've been in this room, I've lost track of the days, especially as I can't remember when I fell asleep last and there's no actual clock. I had my back to the wall, my knees aching as I looked at my own hands and scratched at the under of my nails. They're sharper than they're meant to be, and I can tell my teeth are a tad sharper as well. I'm recalling memories that aren't mine, and I can swear that my vision has gotten worse. It only suits well when the lights are off, then I can see just about anything.
-"I think it's time." Mother Miranda's face came into the room, but it didn't feel worth doing to look at the door. "Come on."
-I take a deep breath and then rise up onto my feet, before I walk towards her. I swear I've gotten a tad taller since I last saw her forever ago, but only slightly. She takes me into the next room and I keep my head down as I was instructed to do so last time. There is an unexplainable exhaustion insulting the way that I walk, and that had to be because of the mutation I was suffering to. It was still affecting me, and most certainly still changing me.
-Abruptly, cloth is thrown against my chest, and I capture the outfit I had previously in my possession before I was treated as a subject for testing. The yellow was no longer as vibrant as it used to be, and it's evidently been bleached a bit too much, the color being a lot more of a white instead. The cats however seem to be just fine.
-"I would've gotten you something more presentable, given that looks so childish in itself." Mother Miranda tells me, my finger tips feeling the roughness of the little cat face and I can't help but think of Eclipse. "But then I'd have to ask Donna of that, and I don't necessarily care to speak to her."
-"Is she okay?" I ask, and Mother Miranda seemed to laugh at me.
-"Don't act like you care." She says. "C'mon, I have a place for you. Somewhere where you will be staying. Get your clothes on first of all."

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-It felt smaller, and it almost seemed as if the outfit was strangling me. The flowers in my pocket were dead, and I crumpled up the pedals in my hand as I hold them in my palm silently as I'm following Mother Miranda out of a cave and through a very well hidden doorway. I could've sworn that something on the ceiling in that place was alive, but I didn't want to look up at it. I've already witnessed too many disturbing things as it is.
-Mother Miranda had taken me to a little cabin somewhere Covered the dust from the floor to the ceiling, I could have sworn that was starting to choke standing in the living room. The way that she explained things to me made it seem like I was supposed to play a permanent part in her little game, whatever that game may be. She told me where all the rooms were, basically told me the layout, before she told me that I needed to stay here and not go anywhere else.
-"I can't have Donna knowing that you're still alive and around you know," she told me, "the woman has already been so disobedient enough. You do know what happens whenever I come across someone who's disobedient, don't you?"
-This isn't some fun little romance novel, as much as I wish life were that simple. I wish and I hope that I happy ending will be at the end of the story, that I could just run away behind mother Miranda's eyes and find myself at Donna's place and we can run away together in the sunset. I personally don't even know if Donna likes me in the way that I've been building up for myself, but in reality it truly doesn't matter. I know mother Miranda is going to be watching me, her eyes stapled onto my body at every given moment. Hell, I don't even know what I look like. Maybe, and now I don't think Donna is a hypocrite or anything, but perhaps Donna would be scared of me as soon as she saw what I looked like now?
-My hand feels my face.
-"Don't worry yourself too much on your appearance." Mother Miranda tells me. "You don't look any different, consider yourself lucky in that department."
-"What and do you need me for?"
-"plain and simple, I need you to hold on to something for me when the time is right. I also will be needing you in case Donna wants to play games with me. I should have never gifted you to her, I should have gifted you to Alcina, or Moreau. Someone more dependent."
-"What about Karl?"
-"Lord Heisenberg?" Now how exactly did I know the Man's first name? Is it because I'm being gifted with something else's memories?? That doesn't make any sense. "He typically doesn't harm living things unless it's for entertainment.. Even then, I'm quite bored of him."
-"Huh."
-"Get settled in."
-Then she left me alone and said this cabin, and therefore I start to wander. It seems as if someone used to live here, but it's not like they've been around for a while. This had to be decades worse than dust, and the blood stain sitting inside the bathroom didn't make this place feel any more homey. However, I've grown a custom to the site of gore, and I ignore it as I walk up to the mirror and I wipe off the coat that blocked me from my reflection.
-Mother Miranda was right, there's much of a difference in my appearance. I opened my mouth and I inspect my teeth, some of them a little bit more sharper than they used to be. My tongue feels the edges, and jagged and raw, and I could almost tell that my tongue had been slightly rougher than it used to be. On top of that, I've noticed I've become a lot more flexible, and that was found out inside the room I'd been in. However, I never got the chance to notice that my eyes were no longer the same color they used to be. Instead, they were a yellow leaning on orange, glowing slightly. They reminded me of Eclipse's eyes.
-My fingers trace over the scar across my stomach under my shirt, I had healed at an abnormal rate. What did she do to me? I was never going to get answers, and perhaps maybe I didn't want them. But regardless of that, I've always known that the curiosity would always get the better of me. Hell, I might be dumb enough to go back to the cave and figure out what was on that ceiling.
-"Fuck." I whisper to myself, looking down into the sink and spotting the little bits and dribbles of blood sitting at the bottom.
-Then I hear something, something I certainly shouldn't have. Or at least, something I wouldn't have if I had still been human. The rustling outside caused my head to perk up in my eyes to turn in that direction, looking out the small window. I crouch down slow and silent and I sit on the floor. I don't move from that spot in a while.