Ash burst into her house, jamming the door closed behind her. She sprinted up the stairs to her room, still clutching Jezebel tightly. She flung her backpack to the ground, her eyes locked onto the doll's face, which maintained its eerie smile with smudged lipstick.
With sadness in her eyes, Asheva scrutinized the doll's hair. She gently laid Jezebel on her back and retrieved a pair of scissors from her drawer. With precise movements, she cut every last strand of hair from the doll's head.
After finishing, she gazed at the bald doll and attempted a smile at its peculiar appearance. "I'm sorry, Jezebel. You won't be growing hair anytime soon," she mumbled to the doll.
