I Accidentally Washed My Hair Before Bleaching Novels & Stories

NOT EDITED I looked at the stack of bedsheets, ready for me. I sighed in frustration and set it down on the laundry basket. Focusing on this white bedsheet felt like a real struggle, especially when the stain wouldn’t come out easily. “I should have done this earlier,” I gasped as soon as an idea struck me. I saw a bottle of bleach in the corner. They are gazing at me, anticipating my arrival. I looked at my fingers, offering them my apologies. They don’t deserve what I went through. I took the bottle of bleach and poured it into the washing machine without a second thought.

She instantly jumped out from bed in her pink briefs and raced to the bathroom. "AH!" A riot left her mouth as she saw her reflection in the mirror. "What happened to my hair!??" A look of horror married her face as she touched her hair. Her hair was freaking white, black and purple. "Why dyed my hair?!" She turned to the persons standing beside her bathroom door. "The moon goddess did, maybe?" Shailyn shrugged her shoulders. "Is this some kind of joke? People go to the salon to change their hair color, I get mine done overnight!!" She yelled, staring back at the mirror. Her naturally black hair was slowly fading. "Is my hair getting another color tomorrow?" She disputed.

The hairdresser was a kind woman, my mother just brushed her hair and I wanted to do something different. 一 Have you thought about what you want my love? Yes, I want my hair and my eyebrows in a light brown color. Your request is my command. My hair was a dark brown color and many times my mother told me it was dark as night, I really wanted to change and the first step would be the hair. She started bleaching my hair, which I didn't think was necessary, but she was the professional and after 30 minutes my hair was already completely blonde, my scalp itched and burned, but according to the hairdresser Sheila this was normal and here we went for another hour.

“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.”

She closed her eyes, breathing steadily, relaxed. She was so thin. It hurt to see her like this. I didn’t want to make quick work of it, knowing this was how she was rewarded but my throat was having a tough time swallowing. Finally, once I had finished washing her, I took out the bottles of dye remover. It wasn’t bleach but she said it might not work as well on hair that was really light with a really dark color. I was into bottle three when I could actually see streaks of her old color. Auri was patient, arms wrapped around her knees in the warm water as I scrubbed through the color in her hair.

"I want the Targaryen type of blond. You can do that for me right?" "Of course! There is nothing that I can't do," he said confidently. I lost the count of hours I've been sitting here. All I know is, Cholo bleached my black hair and then added a blonde base color. Soaked it in my hair for a few hours. Rinsed and applied some treatment. I yawned. My back is already hurting and I feel numb. I looked up at the clock hanging against the wall. It's past 6 in the evening. I've been in here since one o'clock. Six hours have passed already.

I whispered, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, she leaned against me, sobbing as she did. After some few seconds, she seemed to regain herself. “Your hair, we need to get the bleach off now.” She whisper-yelled, jumping up from the bed. “Come on.” I heaved out, getting up from the bed and walked to the bathroom with her. I tried catching her eyes as she began to help wash my hair but all she did was evade my gaze. Twenty minutes later, we were done washing and drying my hair, Vanessa was packing her things to leave, still a pausing looking at me in the eye.

Now it was time for the dye. Thankfully, I was wearing a sports bra underneath my shirt, so she wouldn't know how hard my nipples were; besides, it seemed like she was nonchalant enough. Like she hadn't felt that. That tension. I washed and blow-dried my hair after the dye had sat a while in my hair, then we were done. Or so I thought until... "We're going to give you a little haircut too." To say the least, at the end of everything, about two hours later, I stared at a different face in the mirror.

“THIS IS JUST like when we were teenagers.” I grin up at Bryce, who scowls because I moved. She has a pair of scissors in one hand and a lock of my hair in the other, and she’s thinning the edges like a professional hairstylist. I’ve bleached my hair to a respectable housewife blond, and now, Bryce’s giving me a shoulder-length layered ‘do. “Remember when you shaved the side of my head and dyed the bangs purple?”

Blue eyes, blonde hair, and whispers in the wind. I woke with a start, unease clawing at my chest. This was the third night, the same dream haunting me. In the bathroom, I splashed water on my face, seeking solace in the coolness. As I lifted my gaze, the mirror revealed a shocker. My hair, once a rich blonde, now cascaded down my back in a river of white. Not gray, not silver, but a radiant, snowy hue, eerily reminiscent of the woman in my dream.