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hold on tight and don't look back

~ Hold On Tight And Don't Look Back ~
The Kids From Yesterday - My Chemical Romance
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a/n sorry this is really late, I work at a pharmacy and everything is busy and stressful with the whole global pandemic thing going on, but holidays are here so I have a little more time...

The picture on the box stares back, taunting me. The look in her eyes says everything and nothing, intense eyes, the same royal blue as her perfectly dyed hair. The box is heavy in my hands like a weight. I want to do it. I need to do it. She died to get me this stupid box... I have to.

My eyes read the directions for the hundredth time, but the information isn't sinking in. My eyes glaze over and my thoughts wander to everything that isn't the fine print on the box.

If only this box hadn't been sitting innocently on the pharmacy shelf. But it wasn't innocent. It sat on that shelf waiting for that moment. The moment in which my best friend picked it up, oblivious to the fact that she held a grenade. A bomb. A bomb that was to detonate as soon as she stepped out of those pharmacy doors and into the firing line.

If only some other killjoy with the intention of dying their hair blue had picked it up. Then it wouldn't have been there. Then we wouldn't be in this situation.

"Hey." The single word greeting snaps me out of my thoughts. I turn to see Party Poison leaning against the door frame.

"Hey, Poison." I give him a small smile and casually put my hands behind my back, hiding the box of dye.

He notices, he's not stupid.

"Look, I think you should just do it." his eyes are full of understanding. "I first dyed my hair when my ex-boyfriend left me, four years ago."

"But this is... she's..." I don't know what I'm trying to say but he waited. I pull the box out from behind my back. "This fucking thing is the reason she's dead. She fucking died to get me a box of fucking blue hair dye. I..."

"Exactly." he swipes his arm wide in the universal gesture that says 'duh'.

I stare at him confused.

"You owe this to her. But that's not the only reason to do it." He sighs, running a hand through his own brightly dyed hair before continuing. "Look at it this way. I dyed my hair because I changed. I had become a different- a better person after that piece of shit left me. And you... you've changed too. If someone had said to you a month ago that you would be here, with us, fucking eating canned dog food and watching Star Wars, would you have believed them?"

Fucking Party and his fucking wise-ass logic.

My life has changed. Drastically.

He walks over to me and takes the box from my outstretched hand. He looked at the box and then back up at me. "Babe, we're going to have to bleach it first. Your hair is way too dark."

He puts the box on the sink and walks out of the bathroom. Curious, I follow him into his room. It's a mess but he seems to know where everything is because he goes straight to a drawer that sit beside a mattress. There isn't much else in the room just a pile of art supplies and clothes in the corner. He pulls out a small bucket from the drawer. "You're fucking lucky 'cause I have a ton." He says holding it up triumphantly.

Back in the bathroom, I sit in my bra and jeans with an old, dirty towel around my shoulders. Party sections my hair then pulls on pair of rubber, dish-washing gloves.

Once he applies the bleach to every section of my hair, he sits down opposite me.

"It's gonna take a few goes before it works cause your hair is so dark." He sits cross-legged, hands stretched out behind his back, supporting him. He wasn't wearing his usual Dead Pegasus jacket, just a baggy black singlet that had the word SLUT painted on it. He looks effortlessly sexy. But I guess that's just who he is. Party 'effortlessly sexy slut' Poison.