A little thing I made about Phoebe cutting her hair. I can't remember if I had planned to add it to my Helga/Phoebe story, but I decided I'd upload it here as a one-shot.
I think I need a little change.
Phoebe stared at her reflection, this fluttering feeling of her still staying with her. She pulled the ponytail out of her hair, still feeling a little uneasy. She opened the drawer, and glared down at the first thing she had saw. Scissors.
An idea clicked in her mind, as she leered at herself in the mirror, and then quickly grabbed the scissors.
She didn't know if this was right or wrong, but morality wouldn't change how she felt. This is the only way. She told herself, and positioned the scissors next to her hair.
The blade tore across the length of her hair, and she repeated this action on the rest of it. Clumps of hair fell to the ground. She looked up at herself, satisfied with her new look. She put the scissors down, and picked up as much as she could of her hair, throwing it in the trash.
She looked over as she heard the door open, and her mother was standing there, horrified. "Phoebe, what have you done to your hair?"
She turned to her mother, and looked into her eyes.
"I thought I needed a little change. " She said, her gaze never leaving her mother. Her mother took in a deep breath, and looked at the pieces of hair in the trash can.
" Is this the only way you could've changed? "
Phoebe looked back into the mirror, letting the weight of what she had just done sink into her. She ran her hand across her own face, her smooth skin rubbing against her palm. She fell onto the floor, laying her head down in her arms.
Did it work? She couldn't tell. She didn't feel changed, but maybe that would also change.
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