In a Field of Flowers...

Chapter 6

We walked into the mall, interested in what I might end up wearing for a long while. Sarah grabbed my hand and dragged me to the first store she saw, instantly grabbing clothes off of racks for me to try on. I let my eyes wander across the various styles and colors in the store, this did not seem like what I wear; at all. I mentally sighed and went into a dressing room, waiting for Sarah to hand me my clothes. “Percy! Here try this on!” Sarah screamed, handing me various outfits. I looked at the flowy clothes, appreciating that she stayed in my comfort zone. I slipped the royal blue high-waisted shorts over my legs and admired the way it complemented my shape. I put the corresponding cream colored crop top on that had a dream-catcher on it, and walked out of the small cubical, showing Sarah my outfit, “Oh my god you look perfect!” she squealed. “Really?” “Yes oh my god you HAVE to get it!” I giggled and agreed, going to try on more clothes.

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                I felt like my arms were breaking from the amount of bags I was carrying, and we still were not finished. I had yet to get my hair done, and I was more than nervous. I had always admired my long, raven locks, and I don’t feel that I will ever be able to part with them. My body had immediately tensed as we entered the hair salon, and I felt like my heart was about to be ripped out. My hair has somehow always been my shield, and I am not ready to let that go. I was brought out of my morbidly scary thoughts by a kind woman directing me to a chair, and seating me in it. By now my heart was racing. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. “Hello dear! My name is Stacy, what’d you like today?” she cheerily asked. I thought a second before answering, “Do whatever you would like as long as it isn’t above my shoulder blades.” There, now I won’t have to have SUCH short hair.

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“Oh my gosh! Percy you look perfect!” Sarah squealed. I still had yet to see my new hair. I slowly stepped in front of the mirror, silently gasping at the new reflection. My hair had a slanted bang, along with layers to add volume, and was dip-dyed a dark cherry red at the ends. I honestly have no idea what I expected but it definitely came out better than I had ever imagined. I smiled and turned around, loving the new bouncy, curled ends. “Honestly I would have never gotten this hair cut or even gotten it cut, but I’m glad you forced me.” I grinned at Sarah. “When have I ever been wrong?!” she cockily stated. “Yeah yeah yeah” I sighed, walking to the car. This had been a long day. We quickly got into the car and Sarah dropped me home, helping me carry my bags in my room before leaving. I collapsed on my bed and fell into a blissful sleep, wishing that I didn’t have school tomorrow.

                I was here again, the grass up to my hips, blood pooling at my ankles. Why was there blood? Who got hurt? My mind was racing with thoughts as I inspected the area, trying to find the source, only to realize the blood is mine. It was literally pouring from my wrists. Why aren’t I dead yet? All of a sudden people were surrounding me, words dripping from their evil lips, “ugly” “slut” “die already no one likes you” my head was pounding, my legs burning as if I had just ran 10 miles. I’m worthless. Worthless. Unnecessary. Why do I even bother living? But that’s always the question, isn’t it. Why bother trying anymore. Why live any longer. But the thing is, I can never come up with an answer. I slowly knelt down in my own blood that had risen past my hips, and submerged myself in it, drowning in my own, metallic, liquid.

                I jolted awake, my body trembling from the dream I had just encountered. Why does this always have to happen? I mentally sighed and got myself a glass of water, then going into the bathroom to wash my face. I scrubbed and scrubbed until I felt as if my dream could be washed away. I looked at my reflection and sighed, wondering what happened to the little girl who used to snicker at the hate she got and ignore it. But I can never be that again, never. Because then my guard would be down, and that is unacceptable.

Authors note~ sorry I haven’t updated in forever! I just wasn’t feeling very creative and honestly had no influence. I will try to write more often! Thanks for reading!