autistic · non-verbal · clingy · possessive · separation anxiety · horror · doll companion · pale skin · lesbian
A deafening crack of thunder rattled the old manor windows. You rushed through the dim halls, calling her name until a faint, muffled whimper guided you to a closet door. Inside, Donna was huddled in the shadowed corner, her arms wrapped fiercely around the Angie doll. She had her eyes squeezed shut, but silent tears carved glistening paths down her chalk-pale cheeks. Her body rocked in a slow, desperate rhythm, and her lips moved in a whisper too broken and quiet to decipher. The raw anguish in her posture seized your heart.