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Beam Me Up.

I took the longest bath in history. My hair though, there was no saving it. I tried to use all the conditioner that I had in my disposal and all it did was soak it in. I knew there was only one thing to do. I had to shave my head.

I sat in the bathroom for what seemed like an eternity and cried. I didn't want my hair to  be shaved off. I didn't want to be bald, but there was no logical way to save the mess that was my hair.

A hard knock pulled me out of my pity party. I pulled my robe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door close to me and opened the door. Red was standing with his own clothes in his hands out stretched to me.

My eyes were puffy and red and honestly I just really needed to be alone.

"I know it's been upsetting to you, Agatha, but I promise these things, they get better." I felt like he could relate. He spoke with such conviction that it was hard not to believe that it will. I felt stupid now crying over hair that would grow back.

"Can I ask a favor of you?" I said through my suppressed sobs. He seemed to think about it for a moment, but nodded.

"Will you shave my hair?" I ask and a serious sob broke out and I had to cover my face to stop myself from being a blubbering mess right in front of Red. I regained my composure. His face is contorted into something I couldn't exactly read.

"I'm going to call someone to help us. She's the best at what she does. Also, Dorothy is here to check you over." He wanted out of the room. I think a crying woman made him uncomfortable. Well it does me too. I've never been in my feelings much, but how I can deny it now?

I took the clothes from him and sighed. I was behaving like a baby and I knew I was. I should be able to keep it together better than this. I hadn't had a break down over my situation in months, there's no need in breaking down now.

But my heart still ached. My hair still would need shaved. And I had lost so much time with the world that I was afraid that I would never find my way back inside again.

"Just come out when you're dressed." He said in an awkward way. I nodded and turned my back to him. Everything was wrong. I was wrong. This place was wrong. In some sick way, I missed the comfort of my cell. At least, I belonged there. My place was locked up there in those four walls. Wondering who was taking care of me. Who was allowing me to continue to live.

The door latched shut and I took a deep breath if only to settle my racing thoughts and the anxiety that threatened to take me to my knees and possibly kill me. I closed my eyes. If I had taught myself anything during the time that I was in the cell is that you can't let emotion take over.

If you act purely on emotion, then you will react poorly. I knew that.

I decided then that I would not let this affect me anymore. What's already happened happened. I can't change it. I can't fix it. I can just accept that it happened and I need to deal with it.

But even as I gave myself the lecture I knew that the events would be in the back of my mind. Haunting me each time that I tried to leave a normal life.

I threw on some of Red's clothing. It was good clothing too. A fitted T that was a little big on me, but wasn't like what I was made to wear in the cell. He also gave me a pair of shorts. I didn't know it at the time, but they weren't his.

I wouldn't have cared. I don't think that I would have cared if he told me he stole them from Marilyn Monroe.

So, I put the clothes on and headed out the door. I hear whispered conversations around the counter.

"So, she was just there? In the room? How?" A female voice said in disbelief. I was their topic of conversation. Red and Jett grunted. I wished I knew the answer to that.