I Accidentally Washed My Hair Before Bleaching Novels & Stories

What a timing because the shooting will be tomorrow. I get it and put it on the mixer. I squeeze its content and put the oxidizing lotion and blend it together. I’ve been wanting to achieve ash gray before. That is the reason why I decided to bleach my hair until to level 10. My mistake is I put first the blue one instead of this. I don’t know what will be the result of this after. “My sister will scold me again,” I said while mixing the mixture of the hair color and oxidizing lotion.

“Convenient for him, isn’t it? His troublesome wife slips out of the picture just as he’s settling down with his true mate.” Clara resumed working on my hair. “We still don’t know that for sure, Alpha.” “We don’t know otherwise, either.” We fell silent after that. Clara continued bleaching my hair, section by section, until my entire head was covered. Then came the waiting, followed by rinsing, toning, and more waiting. Finally, after what felt like hours, Clara washed the last of the chemicals from my hair and dried it. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. My once raven-black hair was now an almost white blonde. It made my gray eyes look pale and empty, and it didn’t fee

But the truth would've come to me anyways. I washed my hair and made sure to be gentle with my scalp after the rough treatment it had received last night. I cleaned myself and got out of the shower to detangle my hair as best I could. I let my curls fall down my back because I didn't have the energy to do anything with them. Then I put on a pair of jeans and a plain white blouse. I deliberately picked a blouse with longer sleeves so I could cover my right arm.

I closed my eyes for a moment before I decided to take a bath. I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled over to the mirror, still half-asleep. As I stared at my reflection, something felt off. I blinked several times, trying to focus. My white hair strands—the ones that had always been there in small streaks—were longer. Much longer. And there were more patches of white spread throughout my hair, giving it an eerie contrast against the rest of my dark locks. I ran my fingers through it, confused. It wasn’t like this yesterday, was it?

I washed the dishes and dropped them on the plate rack. I returned to my room to shower. I undressed. Walked into the shower. I started with the washing of my hair with shampoo. And when I was done. I washed my body using a body wash. I was done bathing. I wrapped my body with a white towel and I brushed my teeth. I proceeded to the closet and I wore pink shorts and a white tank top I combed my hair and my loose curls are still intact. I let the hair fall to my back.

The sound of my stomach reminding me we had to move. Selova slipped backwards and we shifted, the paint from her fur stuck to my skin and in my hair. As I looked at the ends of my hair painted blue and pink I lost hope that it would all wash out. In the shower the water swirled around the drain in all the colors of the rainbow. As I had feared I could still see bright pink and blue in my hair after scrubbing it a half dozen times with shampoo. At which point I gave up and focused on trying to get it scrubbed off my body. That proved to be a far easier task, having got all but a few hints of color off my skin I called it a success and got out.

I touch it and on looking at my hand, I find that I'm bleeding. I look in horror at the blood on my fingers, and quickly get up to go check the cause of the bleeding in the mirror. As my eyes meet my image in the mirror, a loud scream exits my throat. My hair! My hair has turned white. Full of shock, I run my bloody fingers under the tap, using some of the water to wipe my hair, in hopes that the change of color is just a figment of my imagination. Nothing changes, but I continue to rub on my hair frantically, not realizing when I start yanking on it.

TURNS OUT THAT the only thing harder than living with Justin was dying my hair. That shit got everywhere. I found some in a cabinet in the bathroom, and decided to try it out, even though it was black dye. I had never done it before. I didn't have the need to, actually, but now that I was somewhat of a fugitive, I had to do it to help me stay unrecognized. After two hours of struggle, I finally got it right. The mess was worse than it looked.

“I’m here now. While I can keep my presence and eyes hidden, I cannot disguise our hair. Tell them you dyed it. After this birthday, we’re enrolling in Camp Elysium to be closer to our mate.” (“I like that plan. I like it very much,”) I replied, excitement bubbling within me. *** The next morning, I woke to find my hair transformed to a brilliant white, a striking contrast to its former hue. The curls remained, but the whiteness was unmatched. Giddy with anticipation, I dressed quickly and bounded down the stairs for breakfast, a bounce in my step.

I groaned and looked at the bright red forest on my head. " What happened?"" I don't know, I took a shower and used my new shampoo and this happened" I waved my hands over my head. She walked into my bathroom and came out with the bottle. " This isn't shampoo, Jenny" I frowned and collected it from her to read the label.