The girl sighed, blonde hair falling down to her waist as water poured over her, allowing it to wash away the shampoo. She didn't bother using her hands to rub it out, wanting to spend as much time as she could in the shower. Fuck, she dreaded getting out... She had been growing it out since she was young... It was the one thing she took pride in; the one thing she had about her that made others feel even the slightest bit of envy... And now she had to cut it off... Her hair! Her long blonde hair...! Tears streamed down her face as the water ran icy, making her shiver. C-cold... She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself and, before she could back out, grabbing a pair of scissors.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
Her hand trembled as locks of hair fell to the floor around her, pooling at her feet like a pile of discarded clothing. Her tears flowed faster, hair growing shorter and shorter with every little movement her fingers made. Finally, she was done, once fairytale perfect hair reaching down to only just below her chin. She couldn't bear to cut it shorter... She looked into the mirror, gasping in horror as he knees gave out, causing her to collapse onto the floor with a loud sob. She pressed the still damp hair to her cheeks, burying her face into the golden locks and crying, voice echoing around the small room.
"My hair... m-my hair...!"
It took what felt like hours to recompose herself, pulling herself up and calmly washing off her face, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. When she was done, she turned and walked out of the bathroom without a second glance, barely stopping to flick off the light. She was sure that if she tried to sweep up the remains of her hair, she would break down again...
Her old clothes were in the back of her closet, blocked out by military uniforms; masculine shirts and pants hanging in neat rows. Her make up was put away, boxed up with her jewelry and hairclips and shoved underneath her bed. Done. No more. Tomorrow, she would start a new life.
Feliks Łukasiewicz. Nation of Poland.
AN: So this is like a... prologue, I guess you could say, to a fic I intend on writing. What do you guys think? Should I continue, or just scrap it? Please tell me, because I'd really appreciate having others' opinions~