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Walking up the stairway for about the third time that day didn't feel so great for Margaret who was having troubling walking without having a partial limb seizure. At that moment nothing bugged her more than her hair. It was so long and so red, she wanted it all gone. Many other things plagued her thoughts such as the possibility that she could be found out, but nothing bugged her more than her hair.
Instead of going into the bedroom she and Margot entered a small bathroom directly opposite it. It was still big enough though to fit Margot, Maggie and another person if needed.
Margot sat the redhead down on the closed toilet seat and felt her forehead again. "it okay, your temperatures gone down, you still look pale though" motherly like worry filling her voice, as she rummaged in a cupboard above the sink.
"do you have some scissors?"
"Hmm, yeah on the windowsill beside you, wh-"
The girl's question was cut off by a low snip. Margot turned around just in time to catch her recent companion midway through cutting off half of her hair roughly.
"What are you doing!?" She reached and snatched the scissors out of the girl's hands as her beautiful locks fell to the floor.
"It was annoying me"
Shock was plastered plainly on the girls face. "Jesus Christ, if it was bothering you that much you should have said" Margot started to pick up the cutoff pieces of red hair scattered across the floor. When she stood back up, a small box of tablets was cramped between her fingers. She handed Margaret one tablet and a glass of water.
"Here take one, I'll get Meabh to clean up your hair"
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The other girls had come upstairs loud gasps escaping them when they'd seen what she had done. They couldn't really say anything though, it was Margaret's hair and she could do what she wanted to with it. But in all honesty, she looked awful.
Meabh had attempted to clean up the rough edges but failed miserably, in the end the redhead giving her the consent to shave off all of her hair. The redhead looked into the mirror her hand rubbing her red-tinted buzz cut. What had come over her?
Now the need to have her hair gone vanished and she was left with a sick empty feeling when everything else came rushing back all at once. She wanted her hair back but when she had it, she wanted it gone. Why?
