Dependency h.s

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Liberty's POV

Sitting on the closed toilet seat in our low lit dingy bathroom, I felt the bleach burn my scalp as I worked my way through my dead dry hair.  My arms began to ache as i roughly applied the bleach concentrating on my roots specifically. Cassy's face morphed into an expression of  confusion as she lifted random strands of my hair. "You know for such high rent you'd think the bathroom would have better lighting and maybe you'd actually see what you're doing." 

I sighed, remembering the previous disasters which had occurred in this very bathroom at the hands of my best friend and my own. "Shut up, I have hairdresser genes running though my body"

"Please, if you just went to a salon it would save you a breakdown." Rolling her eyes, Cassy, muttered. "Again."

"And if you helped me for once without bitching we could also avoid it." I snapped, making direct eye contact with Cassy through the bathroom mirror.

"Whatever, you missed a strand to the right" Rolling her eyes, Cassy began walking out the bathroom, just before leaving she called out "I'm calling Niall, do you want anything?"

Halting my frantic actions as i attempted to find the last strand of hair that needs bleaching, I paused before repeating my usual order. "Just oxy or xans whatever he has now"

I wasn't only in a desperate need for a change but also in a desperate need for a high.

Nodding her head at my request, Cassy escaped the bleach fumes filled bathroom, probably making her way to her bedroom already dialling her dealers number. We were familiar with the process, being Niall's most consistent customers.

"I'm giving up on this shit" I muttered to myself, ditching whatever bit of my dark brown roots I missed. Throwing my bleach covered gloves in the sink alongside the brush, I tied the rest of my hair which wasn't covered in bleach into a bun. Just hoping my roots won't turn out too orange. 

Now, despite the familiarity of this scenario I wouldn't consider myself dependent on illegal substances. They simply uplifted my mundane and boring life. I craved the thrill and satisfaction which came along with drugs. Occasionally I craved harder and strong stuff, sometimes smoking just wasn't enough. But on days like today, when my thoughts were moving at the speed of light I felt inclined to commit reckless and thoughtless decisions.

Today's horrible decision included a really badly executed haircut. I felt the compulsive need to change my appearance, my hands itching and twitching as I craved drastic change but not permanent enough to last longer than a couple months.

When I first decided to commit to my self proclaimed career as a hairdresser, i strongly believed I inherited her mother's hairdressing talent. However, I was sadly disappointed with the end result as I ended up with a micro fringe rather than the desired long bangs to frame my face. But through many attempts, my skills slowly improved.

Staring at my masterpiece, I was satisfied with the bleach blonde. The ebony roots disappearing thanks to the criminal amounts of bleach on my head, currently burning my scalp. Wrapping the top of my head in tinfoil to speed up the bleaching process, I could hear Cassy's voice echo through the hallway as she burst through the bathroom door.

"Are you receiving calls from outer space?" she laughed looking at my tinfoil covered head. "Also Niall can't drop anything off today"  a visible pout had graced her face as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Dressed in grey joggers and an oversized purple hoodie, she leaned against the door frame sighing. "His girlfriend is sick." She mutters, jealousy seeping through her irritated tone.