What's Your Name?

The little girl stared at the doll, adoration painted on her pale face. It was made of expensive fabric, perfectly woven with delicate features. The locks of its curled blond hair fluttered rhythmically with the icy blades of wind as the girl ran her fingers through them. She set it down beside her, and kissed both of its pink-tinted cheeks before she lay down to sleep.

"Goodnight, Dolly. We're gonna be best friends till the end of our lives -- crossed my heart," she yawned, and squeezed both of her eyes shut.

Hidden from the gleams of the moon, a corner of the doll's bloodred lips twitched up slightly, revealing an evil smirk as it snuggled soundlessly into the arms of the unconscious girl.