Random thoughts

Story 2

If you're reading this, then you're probably interested in the story I'm about to tell..

But you probably don't want to hear it.

Trust me.

But, if you insist...

Night 1:

I piled on the makeup, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, all of it.

To finish the look, I put on vibrant white lipstick.

It matches perfectly with the ripped white skinny jeans and all the black around my eyes matches the black vintage tank top.

My red hair layed, misunderstood on my shoulders, until I cut it. Once cut, it hung around my jaw.

Night 2:

I put on purple eyeliner, and green eyeshadow. My lipstick today, pink.

My shirt is a clean white with pink, purple and green stitching. My pants are a Shiney purple, everything matching.

"C'mon!" Friends yelled. I ignored them and looked at my hair. It hung around my jaw, but not for long. I cut it so the ends brushed right against the bottom of my ears.

Night 3:

Yellow eyeshadow, pink eyeliner, blue lipstick.

My shorts, blue, my long sleeved shirt pink with yellow dots.

My hair, too long, so I cut it, this time reducing the red locks to just stick off of my scalp, far too short to hang around my head now.

Night 4:

Teal eyeshadow, yellow eyeliner, brown lipstick.

Pants, teal and brown, pocketed shirt plain yellow.

Hair, sticking out in all direction, too much, so I cut it. Grabbing a shaver, I shaved every last lock of red hair off of my head. Out of my life.

Night 5:

Okay, maybe tonight I went too far... all my hair was gone, so I thought, but no, I could still see it. Little red dots of hair pricking out of my scalp...

I can't.

I can't live with this hair anymore.

I grabbed the shaver this time, and put it on its highest setting.

I pressed it to the top of my forehead, the blades digging into my skin, not stopping until they hit the bone of my skull.

I closed my eyes and forced the blades to run across my scalp, removing it, all of it.

I smiled, warm liquids surrounding my face, but when I opened my eyes... all I saw was red.

My head is red again...

All of it... but this is what I wanted to get away from.

People make fun of my for being a red head, and now... now... it'll be worse.

I can't watch this...

I can't watched this.

I got up and ran to the corner where a drill sat from renovations to my dressing room.

I plugged th the drill in and positioned it right at my eye, slowly I shoved the spinning bit into my eye, the world spinning into black... but I still had one eye.

I quickly shoved the bit into my eye... but it wasn't my eye, for, I missed...

I tried again, and again, but only kept drilling my flesh into more red. One last try, and I got it.

Everything black...

Throbbing...

Painful...

But black...

I can't see them make fun of me anymore, and once I wake up, I'll drill out my ears so I can't hear them... it'll be like suicide, but it's not... I'm just finding a way to block out all the unwanted hate...

Alright, that's just freaking weird... I'm done.