Immortal (MJ)

Chapter Five

     Warning: this is only a story that is 100% fiction and sometimes not realistic. So please don't think that you can actually bleach your hair with Clorox bleach after reading this. Anyways, on with the story.

     After many hours of sobbing and feeling awful about myself, I changed into a light blue T-shirt and flared jeans. I am going to try to argue my case with Michael. This could go well, or this could go terrible. But I'm not going to stop trying. I close the door to my now destroyed room quietly. I slowly walk to the living room quietly and see Michael relaxed in an armchair reading a book. I sat down on the red leather couch and he shot up at me.

     Then back to his book. "Michael, I need you to take me back to my apartment. I feel that I can take care of myself and I don't need you to babysit me." I explained as persuasively as I could. He placed his book onto the coffee table. He gave me a kind of look which confused me on a whole other level. He was almost staring at me humorously, trying not to grin.

     "Come." He motioned and I complied feeling I had no choice. He scanned me up and down as I tried not to pay any attention to him. Pain, my stomach to waist is in so much pain. I look down to see a number two pencil in that exact area. "Listen up bitch. You don't get to say what your conditions are! I say! So stop trying to break me because you won't! Also the next time you run away, this goes in your heart. Understand?" He lectured.

     "Yes! Yes I understand! Please get it out it hurts!" I nearly screamed. He ripped the pencil out of my body and I sighed in relief. He was emotionless as he went back to his book. I began to walk away from this entire situation I got myself into. "Oh and Bliss, darling." Michael called out sweetly.

     I turned wondering what he so eagerly desires to tell me. "You have beautiful hair." He stated. I completely ignored him and made my way into my room. I shut the door and walked over to my now destroyed desk and grabbed a pair of scissors. I quickly escorted myself to the bathroom and locked the door.

     I checked under the sink and was relieved to find what I needed. I set the bottle down on the sink as I had my hair parted evenly on each side. With one short chop, half of my hair is to the middle of my neck. Snip snip, there goes the other half.

     I stare at my new hair impressed with my work. Am I sure that I drastically want to change my hair? Yes. It grows back eventually. I take out a metal cup and dumped out the tooth brushes in them.

     I poured in a decent amount of bleach. I then poured it onto my head and I don't feel a thing. I run my fingers through my hair for about five minutes to make sure the bleach got all of my short hair. I choose to open my eyes, having mixed emotions as I see my once chestnut hair color stripped away.