Charlie
Unknown Area, Brampton: July 21st, 2022 10:18 AM
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"Ow!" I recoiled, my head tilting back with my pulling hair as I retracted my lips.
My eyes squinted in pain. I felt a few strands break out of my head at how hard he was pulling.
Morro looked at me, blowing out smoke in my face again. He didn't say another word and instead pushed me forward, thrusting me into the black stool. I felt a wave of pain ripple in my calf as my right fibula hit the plastic really hard. I stared in the mirror, watching him as he held the scissors correctly; his thumb, index, middle fingers slipping through the holes. He pulled my hair away from me, brutally beginning to cut it.
I didn't speak. I clenched the end of my shirt with my right hand, my fingertips getting colder as Morro proceeded with his actions.
It was okay.
I was glad I hadn't grown fond of my long hair, so I didn't mind him cutting it. I was relieved that so far nothing too bad had happened like it would have in the movies.
Though, it was worrisome how the scissors he possessed felt utterly sharp and were doing too good of a job clipping my hair. I looked at the ground, wriggling my toe through the pieces of hair that fell onto my foot, tickling my skin. They stuck to my foot, the sweat between my toes acting as glue.
Clip.
I hissed in unison with the scissors clip, feeling its blade cut the helix of my ear. I bit my lip wanting to cover my ear with my hand, but I knew I couldn't, or so, shouldn't do that. Morro would only want to hurt me more then.
I ignored the pain, remembering his words.
'I can hurt you.'
A peaceful death didn't sound so bad. What I feared more was having my body cut while I was alive. Guess I wasn't as strong as I thought I was. But at least, I was doing a pretty good job hiding the fear from him so far.
"Not too bad, huh?" Morro lowered his hands, sounding a bit muffled thanks to the cigarette that was still in his mouth.
He looked at me through the rimless mirror with a huge psychotic smile plastered across his face.
I stared at my not-too-bad looking hair with my left eye closed from enduring the pain of my hair still being pulled. My attention diverted towards the blood dripping from the side of my right ear. It didn't look too bad; my ear and hair, both.
He let my hair go, dropping the scissors on the ground. I looked at them, watching them nearly miss my foot. He walked around me, standing in front of me, then suddenly pushed me back really hard, his rings hitting me in between my collar bones. I fell back on the rock hard mattress.
I yelped, feeling myself bounce against the bed. The cigarette box and lighter hopped too. I blinked my eyes, irritated by my short hair flipping over in my face, not that my bangs were staying back anyway. I swiftly got onto my elbows, sitting up. My feet were flat on the ground. My heart beat really fast. I hesitantly pushed my hair behind my ears, looking down at his black Adidas slippers, his white socks revealing beneath them.
He slowly walked closer. I curled my toes, watching the tip of his shoes touch my big toe.
Morro immediately thrusted his huge hand towards me. He pushed me back down onto the mattress, choking me with his long fingers wrapped around my neck.
