That morning was life changing, simple decision were to become a chain of happenings.
John woke up this morning, tired, utterly tired, he could not put his finger on what was provoking it but he knew deep within himself that something was ought to change. The alarm clock on his left was ticking tiredly, surprisingly he had woken up naturally, his biological clock gave him the ok sign to wake up at 6 a.m without explosions or horrible playing from the floor beneath him. As his feet touched the cold floor, John felt a shiver travelling up his spine, the mirror that was up in the wall of the bedroom was abnormally fuzzy and John knew that he got to get some glasses because his eyes are getting tired from being in his computer a lot of hours through the day, his hair was losing his blondish tint and was getting grey and dull, he was never in favour of guys painting hair but right now with the constant company of Sherlock, John felt older, so today he was going to change his hair a little bit.
After getting dressed and eating it was already 8 in the morning, he got a cab and went to the nearest hairdresser.
The shop looked quite professional from the outside, big windows that gave the people passing through a view of the inside, a small door with the sign on top of it, it looked good enough for the 3 people already inside so it looked also good enough for John.
"Hello, good morning!" A perky young woman said to him, John smiled at her trying not to convey the scare he just got from that sudden introduction.
"Good morning, I would like to cut and paint my hair if you have time for me this morning" The young woman looked at him with comprehension in her eyes and nodded, she lead him to a chair.
"So do you want to paint with your natural blond colour or another one?" John considered this, he could either go for his natural look or go crazy and change his colour, but in the end decided against it.
"My natural colour please." Painting his hair took about 1 hour and now he was in the same chair he was earlier with we hair and the girl behind him looking at him with a serious expression.
"So what cut are you in for today?" John looked at her with a serious expression, he could see that even though she was young her marriage didn't go to well, the mark of the ring was in her finger, her hair was dishevelled and she had bags under her eyes which wasn't normal for someone who works on the beauty side, her sweater was ripped a bit on the bottom front and she had scratch marks on her neck, her hands were trembling even if there wasn't anything that would cause her to be nervous in this space, the redness beneath her nose indicated that recently she has been wiping it constantly, besides all that her sweater reeked of alcohol.
"You should press charges" He said calmly.
"What do you mean?"
"If your husband is hitting you...you should press charges" She looked at him with wide eyes and swallowed the imaginative lump on her throat. Her eyes darted to every space available on the shop but then fixated themselves on John.
"I can't, I'll be homeless. Anyway what cut?" He looked at her and saw that she didn't want to talk about it.
"Do whatever you think will look good on me"