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Holly
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I lye in my comfortable bed, wearing a pair of leggings and a grey hoodie, snuggling the blankets to my chest as I stare at the ticking clock on my bedside table. 11:55PM. Almost midnight, when I'm supposed to be meeting Harry out in the rose garden, according to Harry's note I received earlier today.

Harry's note isn't the only note I received today, I also received the mysterious and gut wrenching note from 'V,L,J' . I have no idea who this 'V,L,J' is, or who they are, but the thought of him, her, or they, makes me want to vomit from fearful anxiety. Even though I threw the note in the trash, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, mostly because what the note says signals whoever wrote it obviously has connections with, or is, the killer in The Dollhouse... Or outside The Dollhouse.

All the girls are peacefully asleep, and it exhaustingly makes me tired. It's been a long day. A long, suspicious day. Talking about suspicion, I can't help but have an annoying voice in my head that repeatedly keeps warning me about meeting Harry out in the rose garden. I have so many things on my mind right now, I don't know what to focus on.

As the clock strikes midnight, I gently take the blanket off of me. I put on a pair of white converse before carefully tip-toeing out of the girls and I's bedroom.

I walk down the wooden stairs, and every step lets out a small squeaky creak. I hope I don't wake up the girls.

I slowly open the kitchen doors, and close them behind me. I flick on the light switch and the ceiling light enlivens.

I stand leaning against the kitchen bench, looking into the glass door in the small living room that brings you to the rose garden. All I see is pitch black and a little fog.

I get Harry's card out from my pocket, reading it over.

'Hello Darling.

Meet me outside at midnight. We really need to talk.'

Without hesitation, I walk into the small living room and walk straight to the glass door. I slowly push it open and step outside, closing it behind me.

I can barely see through the darkness of the night, the only light source I have is the bright full moon glistening small shining light across the horizon.

Apart from it being almost too dark to see, the snowy winter night is also freezing cold. I can feel the delicate snowflakes gently hit my skin. Every breath I take is transformed into fog. I dig my hands inside my pockets as I shiver and shiver in the cold air.

Two minutes pass and Harry still isn't here, so I decide to just take a stroll until I find him. I'm positive he'll come here, like he said. He always keeps his promises to me.

I walk in the cold night, my hands buried in my pockets as I blindly look for Harry, or, for at least a little dim of light to guide me out here.

Ten minutes into walking, I hear a rose bush shake, as if someone accidentally hit it or something.

"Harry? Is that you?" I turn around. No answer. Must've been a bird or something.

I keep walking, the rose garden is enormous, and also so very beautiful and elegant. With a water fountain, flowers, bushes, sculptures. All is very gorgeous. Even though I cannot see in the dark, I can still sense the beauty of the rose garden; it gives off a vibe.

There's close to absolutely no noise outside, it's just silence. It's really peaceful.

Suddenly, I can hear footsteps behind me.

"Holly." A stern British accent says. I think it's Harry. Finally.

I stop in my tracks and turn around, "Harry?"

In all the darkness, I can very faintly see a hand extended, gesturing for me to come closer. So I do.

"Harry? Is that y-"

And that's all I can remember before I fall to the ground, knocked out unconscious from a sharp needle being stabbed in my neck.

| 4 Hours Later |

My eyes slowly open, and I'm blinded by the bright lights surrounding me. Where the hell am I? It looks like a shed, or a warehouse, or a garage. I have no idea.

I look around me, still in shock of where I am and how I got here.

I quickly go to stand up, but am soon taken down by the handcuff on my right hand keeping me attached to a pole. Now I'm a hundred times more worried.

Am I dreaming? This doesn't feel real. I have no idea where I am and no idea how I got here. I'm scared and my breathing is rapid. I can't get words out of my mouth, I can't even scream for help. I'm in plain shock and I can't do anything about it.

Suddenly, what looks like the door to the entry of this place is opened, and out comes a mysterious man I've never seen before.

"Well, well, well," the man says with a lit cigarette in his mouth, "so you're this precious Holly Parker?"

I try to speak, but the words don't come out of my mouth.

"Can't speak?" The man, looking around his late twenties, runs his hand through his slick dark brown hair.

After what seems like an eternity of trying, words finally come out of my mouth.

"Who a-a-are y-you?" I shakily say, my voice hoarse and scared.

The mystery man takes the cigarette out of his mouth, burns it out with his finger and throws it behind him before crosses his arms.

"Me?" the mystery man says, sarcastically.

"You. Who... are y-you?" I, again, manage to shakily get my words out of my mouth.

The mystery man laughs, then soon his expression turns serious again.

"Vincent O'Keefe." The man answers.

I've never heard of his name before. No one in The Dollhouse has mentioned him or anything.

Then it hits me.

'V, L, J'

Vincent O'Keefe is V.

As soon as the frightening realisation reaches my mind, I start to panic. My breathing again becomes rapid and my body starts to shake in fear as tears blur my eyes. This could be the man who murdered the girls in The Dollhouse. Evie, Anna, Jess... All the girls come back to my mind. This awful man could potentially be the murderer I've been looking for.

Vincent walks over to me, making me more frightened than ever before. I worry he will kill me. Thoughts race around in my mind.

Vincent kneels down next to me and I stare into his hypnotising brown eyes, trying to plea for him not to harm me with my distraught expression.

"Why are you so scared? Does my name ring a bell?" Vincent strokes my cheek, "Or maybe a letter?"

Without thinking, I go with all my power to punch Vincent right there in the face, but I'm again failed by the handcuffs.

"Fiesty, Holly."

"What do you want!" I scream, "How do you know me?!"

"I actually know a lot about you," Vincent lights another cigarette, "darling."

The way Vincent mimics Harry makes me sick. I know Vincent called me darling on purpose just to see me in more emotional distraught.

"Who are you?" I ask, again.

"I already told you that, darli-"

"Don't call me that." I interrupt Vincent.

Vincent laughs as he continues mocking me with the name 'darling'.

"I'm Vincent O'Keefe"

"I know that. I mean who are you. What do you want." I say, a stronger tone in my voice.

"What I wanted was due a long time ago. Now, someone you know is paying the price"

"Someone I know?"

Vincent walks over to me and kneels at my side once again, "Yes. Someone you love very much."

"H-Harry?" I hesitate, "What could he possible owe you?"

"Wow. The man's really got you brainwashed, hasn't he? You think people just randomly become insanely rich and dominant?"

"What's... What's going on here?"

Vincent strokes my cheek again, and the cold touch of his skin on mine sends shivers down my spine.

"You'll find out," Vincent puts my hair behind my ear, "I mean, you'll have to find out one day."

I just stare at Vincent, expressionless and plain. Although, in my mind, it's the complete opposite. Who is this man? What is actually going on here?

"Fuck you." I say, with gritted teeth. Immediately, Vincent's emotion turns colder than before as he suddenly pulls out a gun from his leather jacket pocket. My eyes open wide and I can't control my breathing as I return back to full panic mode. I am in trouble.

"What?" Vincent says, putting the gun to my cheek.

"N-Nothing," Vincent pushes the gun harder on my cheek, "Pl-Please. Please don't."

Tears start falling from my eyes uncontrollably, I cry and cry. Is this the end of my life?

Vincent removes the gun from my cheek and smirks evilly.

"Wouldn't kill you on the first day." Vincent says, every word coming out of his mouth followed by smoke from his cigarette.

Vincent stands up and starts walking away. I stop him in his tracks.

"Who is L and J?" I say, strong and with confidence.

Vincent turns around, the lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth as he hides his hands in his leather jacket pockets.

"For me to know, and for you to find out,

Darling."

A/N: ok hey what's up elounor broke up ayy larry party pop da champagne lmao how y'all been