A/N: Silly little one-shot inspired by...well, some show I saw on TV. Please review.
She was supposed to be the beautiful one. The sensible one. The one who kept everyone's spirit up by giving them reassuring and encouraging words. The intelligent one. The kind hearted one. The sweet one.
The one who wasn't broken.
But yet, here she was standing in front of the mirror with scissors in her hand, staring into her emerald eyes; a frown spread across her pretty face. She was beginning to wonder why she was doing this, what was the whole point?
Because she was tired of the expectance.
She was the one who always had the soft smiles and kind words. And she knew it helped. But though they never said it aloud, they looked at her for the reassurance. Those healing words.
And yet she was slowly falling.
No more, no more, She though. She was growing tired of helping but receiving none herself. The expected her to fix them, but the pieces of her were still left on the ground. She wanted to be like them. She wanted to hear the words she said to them. She wanted to know that there was someone there for her. So logic was the reason she was doing this. If she wasn't pretty anymore, maybe they wouldn't expect so much of her.
Maybe she could depend on someone.
There were times when you had to just give up what you knew and try something different. And that was just what she was going to do. Raising the scissors to her head she took a long, beautiful strand of chestnut hair and held it out straight, with one last sorrowful glance at the beautiful hair people had begun to recognize her by, she snipped it short and let it fall to the floor. She brought her hand up again and started chopping off long pieces of soft hair. When she finally put the scissors down she looked up into the mirror, almost fearful to see herself without the gorgeous hair. Her eyes widened a fraction at what she saw. Her hair now fell just below her collar-bone and it was a little uneven in places, but she felt like…her. Never once had she felt as relieved as she did now. Not happy...she wasn't too happy anymore...but relieved. She wasn't going to be depended upon anylonger. She needed those words she told others. But hearing them from herself was like listening to a lie. She needed the help they got. From them.
Maybe now the expectance would stop and she could be like them.
It was her turn to be broken.
A/N: Yes, very bad ending. I know, I know, I wanted to get this finished though. So I could finish my Riku drabble and start my Yuffie one. (if you haven't noticed I'm making drabbles of each character XD) And I bet you all are a little confused about who this person was and what her motives were, But…it was meant to be mysterious. I'll leave you to guess.