Days after my first experience with the demon, I marched into her room. My long brown hair looked terrible today, like ribbons of rotting flesh hanging from my head. My mother glared at me, typing one final word on her computer before hissing out at me.
"Caroline?! Your hair is hideous!"
"Well no duh Mom, that's the only reason why I bothered leaving my room today"
"Caroline! I told you to invite somebody over, actually talk to your friends in person!"
"Mom, it's not that eas.."
"I don't know why any of them would avoid you, you can be a perfect girl sometimes!'
That's all I needed to hear, that I was a perfect girl sometimes, and that I was avoided. My anger seethed within me, I hate how parents can just ignore what there children are saying sometimes. My emotion showed through my deep, rose-colored blush. If it were my brothers I were talking to, I would start to scream at them, but it's my over-powering mother. Letting out a sigh, I glanced at my feet, and the sudden disappearance of anger sent a sharp kick into my ovaries. The pain in my lower body sent me off balance, but of course my mother didn't even seem to notice her daughter wobbling like a bowling pin about to collapse. The clicking of nails on a glass screen filled the room, and I looked up to see my mom texting away at her work friends.
"You know mom, you can really be a hypocrite"
"Carl! Why would you ever call me that?!"
Her voice sounded like a serpent about to strike.
"You yell at me for being on my electronics all day, yet you never lift your head up from your phone"
"CAROLINE! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!"
"Well maybe if you would let me tell you why I am in your room in the first place, we wouldn't be having this fight"
"Why the hell do you even bother trying to make an excuse for getting me angry"
I narrowed my eyes and gritted my teeth. All the proof I needed was to lift a handful of my un-neat ponytail.
"I want it cut off, until it's a pixie cut"
