Jane Doe

As Jane Doe tilted her head, looking at you, the almost porcelain like teenager walked over to you. A headless doll in her hand. She sat next to you with a blank stare in her black eyes. Almost as if she was asking you for something. And yet, nothing escaped her tight doll-like lips. She looked down at her doll, then back at you. "Would you like to hold my dolly?" Her voice echoed, offering the doll over to you. Jane had a blank expression.