LIV/E (Rewriting)

Chapter 4

Olivia sat quietly in the wearisome seat at this very over the top Hollywood salon. She couldn't help but stare into this whale of a mirror, which sat before her.

There's something odd about sitting in front of a mirror for that long in and unknown space, staring at yourself.

I guess it's this unspoken rule in life. Where its deemed necessary to go to a salon and get your hair cut, and while doing so, you can't stop yourself from disturbingly staring into your own eyes. After a while you start to wonder, have I always been this ugly?

Olivia just kept staring along her face, thinking about how much her complexion sucked. She never used any sunscreen, and frankly she didn't have the time for it.

She began to notice how her nose looked too full for her face and if her eye colour were a shade lighter it would make her eyes pop more.

She slowly began to hate this judgmental mirror. It just sat there, pointing out all her flaws, one by one.

But, it wasn't the mirror, it was her. The mirror was just unknowingly doing the only job it was made for, it reflected exactly what it saw, no lies, no cover ups.

Olivia was the one who reflected a sense of falseness about herself. She always acted like looks didn't matter to her, and that her work should be the thing that catches peoples attention. But deep down it did matter, annoyingly so.

She strangely felt this sudden urge of desperately wanting to be the pretty girl that everyone flocked to. She wanted to be that girl who could shut down a room just by strolling in. But... She didn't know how.

Ironically between the mirror and Olivia, she reflected more. She reflected all of her anger onto the poor thing. When in actual fact she was really just angry at herself.

By pretending not to be pretentious, she became this unwilling slob that Miles found unappealing and "too intense."

At that moment, Olivia found herself praying to the mirror Gods to save her. Never in her life has she wanted to be beautiful as much as she did right now.

The hairstylist quickly came up and bumped Olivia's chair from behind.

She quickly snapped out of it and turned to smile at the stylist but she seemed preoccupied.

She blinked her bright green eyes at Olivia through the mirror and ran her French tipped nails through her hair.

She leaned over to grab a comb and her amble bosom threatened to spill out her v-cut dress.

As Olivia turned to look at the empty salon around her, she caught a glimpse of the hairstylist as walking around the salon looking for items only she knew existed. She looked vaguely familiar, but Olivia never forgot a face before. Her olive colored legs poured into five inch stilettos, which made her legs look like they went on for miles.

As she turned to walk back, Olivia noticed the bright blue bird tattoo spread across her left shoulder.

She reached her hand down, under Olivia's chair and pumped the lever so that the chair grew taller.

She then grabbed the brush from the table in front, pulled some hair out of the ponytail Olivia had and started brushing.

She reached in front again and picked up a pair of scissors and started snipping away like a hair styling ninja.

She disappointingly picked up a lock of hair and began snipping away not before she let out a huge sigh.

"Do you even condition?" She asked as she looked at Olivia through the mirror.