Bleed Marks Hair Novels & Stories

I demanded, fury in my voice. Jade smirked, holding up a bottle of bleach. The strong, stinging smell hit my nose, and panic shot through me. “Oh no!" I shrieked, feeling the bleach burn my scalp. My hands flew to my head, desperately trying to wipe it away, but the taps in every room I tried were dry. They’d planned this. Minutes and minutes passed as they each blocked my way into every room for about 10 minutes. “Help!” I screamed, running to my room’s bathroom and plunging my head under the faucet. My heart sank as I watched strands of my hair fall out, and my once-brown hair turn a fiery, unnatural red and brown.

The water covered my entire body, making it hard to breathe, or open my eyes. After about ten seconds, though, after my entire hair and body and clothes were completely drenched, I blinked my eyes. I braced myself for the pain. But it didn’t come. I blinked, then looked up at the cauldron, wondering if it were completely empty. It was. I looked back down at myself, and saw I was drenched. But I was completely fine. Not an ounce of pain.

I grinned as I typed in a reply. Nina : Thanks for visiting me! I'm looking forward to that too! I then added three airplane emojis next to my reply. I laughed out loud as his next message switched informally. Me and Regina has been teasing him these past few days about his airport-like forehead. He's currently experiencing hair loss after a severe allergy from a black shampoo. His scalp was deeply affected, hence the excessive fall off of his hair. Next week, he's scheduled for a hair transplant to treat his balding head.

I put my finger in my chin and acted as if I am thinking deeply. “Of course! It stings!” I replied. “Help me to overcome this,” He said in a scared voice that makes me laugh loudly. “Overcome my ass. This is just hair coloring. Once you get bald, your hair will grow again since you’re a man” I said laughingly. “You can use treatment and shampoo without sulfate to maintain and keep your hair color opaque” I added. “Fine. Help me to put this huh?” He requested. He winked at me that I couldn’t resist. Shit, his charms!

I was hiding the scar from Hunter not to impress him but to hide the fact that he had given me a mark in life I may never forget. " Don't be shy love, Hunter is definitely one appealing to the eyes" She started as she took hold of my hair in one hand and removed the ruffle with another. " Ha, i don't think so" I rolled my eyes and let her continue with whatever she was doing on my head. She laughed again " Don't deny it love. And are you trying to tell me all these struggle with your hair is for nothing?" She began brushing the hair with soft strokes. " Well it's for something, to hide it from him"

Jesse took his time and was easy with brushing her hair. The doctor had said her scalp was healing nicely from where they had cut it but to be easy for a while because it would be sensitive. It didn’t take long for Renee’s body to start relaxing. She’d always enjoyed him playing with her hair or brushing it. “I do have a question.” “Ask away,” Jesse said. “I can see the roots of my hair. And judging by that and something else, I have reddish-blonde hair. I think it’s pretty, so why did I keep dying my hair black? I don't think it looks good like that."

“Now… the color.” “Red,” Rob said from behind us. I whipped my head toward him. “Excuse me?” “You’ll stand out and disappear at the same time. No one would associate it with your real life,” he added lazily, flipping through a file like this wasn’t about me becoming someone else entirely. Liana nodded. “A deep scarlet. Rich and dramatic. You’ll look dangerous. Perfect.” I let out a quiet breath and nodded. “Fine. But no bleach.” “Of course not. Your hair’s a gift. I’ll treat it like one.”

I tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, the simple act adding an extra layer of readiness to my spirit. Next, I wandered to my wardrobe, where a splash of color caught my eye – a vibrant hair dye that promised temporary streaks of boldness. Its packaging featured a rainbow of hues, but my choice was a striking bright pink reminded me of summer. I carefully applied it to the tips of my hair with a flourish, each stroke a confident embrace of change. The vivid pink contrasted dramatically with the earthy tones of my natural hair, making me feel like I was stepping into a new persona, one that was fun, fearless, and unapologetically myself.

I basically already did out there, but with no soap. My shirt landed with a plop on the floor. I could see the black mark clearly as it now ran down my back, up around my neck, and almost to the other side. In a matter of a day, it had doubled in size. Creating imbalance to my porcelain skin. I even noticed a single black strand of hair at the base of my head. I liked this look. It was rebellious, daring and screamed intimidating. I looked like I could kick ass and smile doing it. It put a smile on my face, knowing I felt at peace.

A flash of silver caught his eye and he let out a slow breath as the constant reminder of his pain fell forward into his face when he took his hand away. A inch wide strip of hair at the front was prematurely bleached silver. It had been for over half a century now. It was as if he had gone to some fancy hairstylist and asked them to streak the first inch of his hair silver but leave all remaining tresses their normal dark brown colour. If only that was the reason for what he termed his 'Mark of Sorrow' when he was particularly drunk.