The Daywalker's Nightmare- Monday Updates

Chapter Three

Three Weeks Later

Kailey's P.O.V

    Three weeks before the flight to Italy I told Nonna my plan and what I had wanted to do. She made me wait the rest of the week long hospital visit and the two weeks after the hospital before we could actually go out for it all leading us to today! Three whole days before I go back to Italy for the first time since my mother passed. Both of us packed into the car and began driving to Portland for all of my appointments. Nonna sat in the driver's seat looking gorgeous as always although she had an aura of worry around her.

    "Is everything ok, Nonna?" I asked, turning down the random kpop playlist I put on the speakers.

    "It's just odd that Eliza didn't want to come. It seems like you two are ignoring each other," Nonna responded, her Italian accent thickening with her concern.

    Sighing, I rolled my shoulders back awkwardly before speaking. "Yeah, we are having an argument. She thinks I've lost myself, but she doesn't understand I'm not the same Kailey I was... I can't be," I could hear my volume lower to almost a whisper, ignoring the crack. "I constantly have nightmares, loud noises cause me to jump and feel helpless, I have a giant scar that I can't ignore," Looking out the window at the multitude of trees and greenery rushing by us as we continued down the highway. "I'm not the same. Not after mom, dad, and the bullet. It's gonna be a transition for everyone," I reminded Nonna that it wasn't just Eliza. It was Brandon, Thomas, Christian, Eliza, Uncle Ray, and Nonno. All of them, concerned and watching me with a baited breath. Probably Nonna as well if I was being honest with myself.

    "So then it will sort itself out?" Nonna hummed eyes remaining on the road as we took an exit onto the one way streets of downtown Portland, Oregon.

    "Yes, Nonna. It will," I smiled at her and grabbed her hand gently as we pulled into the hair salon. "Thank you for coming with me,"

    "What kind of grandmother would I be if I didn't?" she chuckled, before turning off the engine. "Every girl deserves a makeover," She winked. Laughing we got out of the car and linked arms as we walked in. Immediately we were greeted with friendly smiles and kind words. We didn't even have to wait before we were brought back to my chair.

    "Ok girl, what are we doing? Lowlights? Highlights?" My stylist was a preppy brunette with the most stunning brown skin I think I had ever seen.

    "Black with a vibrant red peek a boo, and face framers," I hated the honey blonde staring back at me. One day maybe I could look at it again, but that day is not today.

    "Y-you're sure?! But, Honey, your blonde hair may never come back!"

    "Good. Bury her," It felt good to say that. It was the truth at least. I needed to bury the old Kailey. She was dead now. "Do it,"

    Flustered she mumbled something about going to whip up the colors then she would be back to apply and cut. It was relaxing though, the routine. Comb, separate, foil, color, fold, and repeat until there are no other strands left to color. I could feel my Nonna's concern and worry radiating from where she sat next to me but for once I couldn't find it in me to care. I had to do this so I could even look in the mirror at myself again. So much had changed in such a short time that I couldn't control. This change was my choice, I needed to start having changes in my life that weren't taken. I needed to take my life back.

    Honestly I don't think anyone could understand or would ever understand how I was feeling. To be honest with myself, I barely knew how I was feeling. I barely remembered the salon, I wasn't really zoned in. I allowed myself to be washed away with the careful strokes, warm water running over my scalp, the soft whispers of the scissors severing hair, the sound of the blow dryer and, the heat from the curling iron. I let Nonna and my stylist talk the entire time, their peppiness bouncing off each other creating a hurricane of conversation for just the two of them. I could also hear the concerned tones between the two of them.