silver strings on the floorboards

3. Voices

He reached out for the scissors.
"Should I cut it?"
He thought to himself.
"No."
"Why am I even thinking of this?"
"Victor, you idiot."
It felt like his mind was split in two.
"Would mom want this?"
"I don't think so."
"But maybe it helps me feel better?"
"No, why should it? Come on, you grew it out since you were born!"
"Every time I look at my hair now, I think of her."
"You idiot, that's not a reason to cut it."
"But it could make me feel better!"
"Idiot."
"I want to cut it."
"Don't."
"Why not?"
"You're gonna regret this."
"But what if I don't?"
"You will regret it."
"Why not give it a try? What else can I do to forget about this pain?"
"Nothing."
"See? Then what could possibly happen? It can only make a turn for the better, it can't get any worse now."
"Victor, what are you doing?"

While Victor was still arguing with himself, his hand with the scissors seemed to have a mind of its own and wandered closer to his hair. Closer... Closer... Now the scissors were millimetres away from his hair.

"NO!"
"Yes."
"But-"
"I'm gonna cut it. There's nobody left that I truly love. There's nobody left to tell me with serious words that they care about me. Or that they would care about my hair, it's only hair anyways. Cutting it will help me start a new chapter in my life."
"I can't believe it."
"Yeah, crazy, right? Fucking... Crazy..." "SHIT"
The voices in his head went silent as the scissors snapped, cutting a few strands of Victor's silver hair off. "Fuck!" He cursed himself. With shaky hands, he cut more and more off, until he had it all at approximately the same length. The hair now went down to his shoulders. It looked a bit like a helmet. Victor didn't like it at all, so he cut more until it only reached down to his ears. He took a few seconds to let the realization hit him, then the scissors fell out of his hands and into the sink. He looked down. Next to his feet, all around him, there were thin silver strings on the floorboards. Victor felt his whole body shaking. "What have I done..." He picked up the majority of his cut hair gently and wrapped it in a towel. He cleaned up the rest, brushed through his now short hair and washed his face with cold water. "How do I look so different? I can't believe this", he murmured to himself and moaned. He was only now realizing how tired he was. He put the towel with the hair on top of the cupboard on the bathroom and then went over to his bedroom again. He saw that the sun was already rising through his big window. When he fell on his bed, he luckily drifted off to sleep within a few minutes this time.

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A/N: I still have no idea if anyone's gonna read my story, but here we go, part 3. I hope it's at least a bit realistic, but I just felt like going full on drama, yk.