Bleed Marks Hair の小説・ストーリー

I took in his injuries, starting with the back of his bald head where dried blood had pooled. His back had long purplish marks that winded up to the sides of his ribcage. Looked like he had been beaten up with something that stretched like rubber. The marks were deep enough to leave lacerations. The blood had dried up along the lines but the damage was clearly visible.+

Taking it all in as if I was cutting a bit of my mother out of my life. The first cut was the most difficult. I have her red hair and now I am going to dye it black. I rub the dye into my hair, being cautious to apply vaseline across my forehead, over my ears and the back of my neck so it won't stain my fair skin. After forty minutes or so, I jump into the shower, watching the dye swirl around my feet and into the drain until the water runs clear. I lather a decent amount of conditioner into my scalp, trying to mask the potent smell of my freshly dyed hair.

When your hair stops dripping orange drops, I get a little closer and check the origin of the bleeding. It's a cut between the hair, and I'm not sure if it was done by a blow, but there is a large elevation below the slit that opened. "When did you give up trying to kill me? "I ask in such a casual way that it even seems like I don't care about that at all.

Tell me sweetie, Did you just color your hairs? .... Before Scarlet could say anything .... she was again cut off by another question from her father ... "But what kind of color is this ? I mean , it's strange and even it's not a single color. It looks like a blend of 3-4 different colors and yet every color is visible separately too. ???" Before her mother could open her mouth to ask anything further, Scarlet closed their mouths with her hands and replied looking at them ... "Mom, Dad, ... I didn't apply any kind of color to my hairs. It's like this just. Even I am not aware of these changes. "

“Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.” I blinked at him, still highly skeptical. “Bleach? As in, the stuff that could potentially melt my hair off my head?” “Exactly that,” he said cheerfully, dipping the brush into the bowl before flicking his gaze back to mine. “That’s why I’m doing it and not letting you fuck it up. Used wrong, this stuff can do a lot worse than just melt your hair—it can cause chemical burns, turn your scalp into a horror show. You might even go bald.”

I quickly take a shower and change. I put on a black and red tank top (to match my hair. Like Knox having blue tips in his silver hair, I end up having red streaks in my black hair. It's totally wicked! And believe it or not, we were born like that.) and a pair of cut offs and my sneakers. I run a brush through my hair and put it up in a sloppy pony. I'm not impressing anyone, and I really don't give a damn about what I look like this morning. I'm too freaking tired to care!

I added. Rui frowned. "Bleach for what? The bathroom?" I shook my head. "For hair."

3 days later…… My body is finally adjusted and I can get out of bed without falling down from pain. I head downstairs where everyone is eating breakfast, and they all stop eating to stare at me. “What?” I say. “Am I not allowed to eat with everyone anymore?” Matt rushes over to me to tell me in my ear, that my hair has changed again. My hair is now a midnight blue, with purple, black and red streaks in it, and it almost looks like an ombre color with pink ends. It also now reaches halfway down my back.

The salon staff was busy tweaking Angelo’s hair here and there that Angelo could feel the ache seeping right through his scalp. After washing and uprooting his hair, the beautician started adding some dye to his medium-length hair. Angelo squinted as he felt the hair dye; being applied on Aimie’s hair- which is now his own. When the beautician- was done applying; hair dye to his hair, Angelo tried to move his sore shoulders as it took almost an hour for the salon staff to finish applying hair dye to his hair.

I took in his injuries, starting with the back of his bald head where dried blood had pooled. His back had long purplish marks that winded up to the sides of his ribcage. Looked like he had been beaten up with something that stretched like rubber. The marks were deep enough to leave lacerations. The blood had dried up along the lines but the damage was clearly visible.