Shambles, part 1
With fingers slippery from sweat, Lucy grasped the scissors. They were clenched tightly in her hands, hovering with their maws just shy of snipping away the hair. It was golden, and fell in thick curls halfway down her back. Lucy glanced at the mirror. It defined her. What would losing it mean?
Voices echoed in her head, ones that took her back to the full spectrum of emotions that her hair had invoked. From a young age, she'd been told to keep her hair long; it was ladylike. She'd received compliments for it for as long as she could remember. At the same time, all it did was drag her down and tie her to an anchor she'd never be unleashed from with it. Lucy knew how lucky she was to even have hair like this. The notion of cutting it was ridiculous. Wasn't it?
"Why would you want to cut it, Lucy? I wish I could have hair like that. Even in my youth, I don't think mine came close."
"Your mother's right. You should appreciate what you have, not destroy it."
Her parents' voices boun