Identity Crisis Solo

This was it..

Brielle had been staring at herself in the mirror, admiring her long silky hair. The we're two things in her hand, a box of grey hair dye and hair bleach in the other. She kept standing there, like she was scared.. But she wasn't, was she? It was just hair color.. No one would care. Probably wouldnt care, that is. As she mumbled under her breath, she began to press the applicator to her hair, stripping her dark black hair into a blonde yellow. Her breathing hitched, as if it were a mistake. Brielle partially wished she could go back in time, and NOT have came here. She wished she didn't come to these abandoned stalls. She just wished she didn't do it.

Though now she was here, alone in the toilets, staring at what now used to be black hair, that is instead currently a very uneven shade of yellow and orange. Brielle dried her hair, still leaving it damp for the remaining product she had to put on. The dye. The metallic silver grey dye that would change her hair dramatically. She applied it slowly and thoroughly, making sure the dye spread out evenly. She then dug into her bag, ruffling through things to find her gloves. Once she realized she hadnt brought them, she froze. How perfectly fucking fantastic this was. No gloves equals dye all over her hands.

Brielle shrugged and began to lather and rub the dye into her hair. She knew this probably wasn't the way to do it, but what other choice did she have? She couldn't go out looking like she fried her hair now could she?

As 30 minutes long minutes of waiting passed, she washed her hair out in a loud broken sink. She then caught glimpse of after having dried her hair out, stopping in horror.

"Oh dear god what have I done?"