Chapter 1: PROLOGUE


    She was exhausted and she felt sick but there was nothing she could do about it. The voices in her


    head screamed in unison and told her to find a way out of the misery she was in. She took a moment to


    gather her thoughts but conflicting ideas corrupted her mind. She tried to fight but she didn’t know if it’s


    worth fighting for! She was hopeless!


    It has been an hour since she sat in front of the mirror and eyed the scissor nearby. The mean words


    from herte father echoed inside her head, and every second that passed she began to believe him.


    ir cursed at the woman in the mirror and narrowed her eyes to check her appearance. She tied her


    long hair into a messy bun to check every pore on her face.


    Everything went wrong in her life! She just lost her job because of a woman’s insecurity! She could


    probably let it slide but it didn’t happen once! Her longest tenure in apany would only be a week or


    less than a month. How would she keep on living without a stable ie? She would starve to death!


    She had no surviving family aside from the mother who abandoned her when she was only four years


    old, and her excuse for a father was abusive to her until the day he died. Until hisst breath, he cursed


    at her mother and wished they didn’t look the same. As if it was her fault for inheriting her mother’s


    goddess-like feature!


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    Maybe he was right all this time!


    ir closed her eyes as her hands slowly inched their way towards the scissor and when her fingers


    touched the coldness of the de, she grabbed it! Then, she untied her hair and without thinking


    thoroughly, she began cutting her hair. Little by little, long strands of jet ck hair fell onto the floor.


    However, when she stared at her image in the mirror, she cringed at her appearance.


    She bit her lower lip as she strode towards the door, and went outside. She recalled that her father


    always has an extra shaver in his bathroom, and she’s on her way to retrieve it! She decided to go


    hairless and damn the consequences!


    The door to his father’s room creaked when she pushed it slowly. The old man has been dead for


    several months, but it was her first time to visit his room, and it’s creepy. It was as if his spirit remained


    lingering in his bedroom, and she had to sprint towards the bathroom.


    The sound of her heartbeat was almost deafening as she left and returned to her room, with the shaver


    on her right hand. She took several deep breaths before she resumed sitting in front of the mirror, and


    shaved her hair!


    Ten minutester, she was torn between crying andughing at her appearance. She’s bald and she


    looked like a monk! She looked horrible without a single hair on her head, and she regretted her


    impulsive decision to shave it. She stared at the mirror without blinking her eyes, and she almost


    jumped when someone knocked on her door.


    It must be Tracy, her tenant. She regretted her decision when she couldn’t even show her bald head to


    anyone, especially to her tenant. Tracy has been renting the extra bedroom even when her father was


    still alive, and they have been friends since then. She searched for a hoodie in her wardrobe and wore


    it on top of her clothes before she went to open the door.


    “Hey,” she greeted the woman who brought a bag of goodies from the bakeshop where she worked. “Is


    that for me?” She inquired but before Tracy could respond, she took the bag from her, and let the


    woman in.


    “Why are you wearing a hoodie? Don’t you feel hot?” She had been wondering from the moment ir


    opened the door because it was thirty-eight degrees outside! She looked around, and when her eyes


    got a glimpse of ck hair on the floor, her eyes widen and aimed for the hoodie on ir’s head. “Shit!


    What have you done?” She eximed upon seeing her bald head for the first time.


    ir was embarrassed when her bald head was exposed, but she couldn’t do anything about it


    anymore. It was done, and the only thing she could do was to wait for her hair to grow again. “I don’t


    want to be ir anymore, Tracy.” She said.


    When she first saw herndlord’s daughter, she envied ir’s one of a kind beauty and wished she


    would look as great as her. However, ir has a bad fortune and her father always med it for her


    looks and said that it was cursed. “What do you mean, ir? Why would you believe your father? He


    didn’t do anything but tormented you!”


    ir sat down on the edge of her bed, and Tracy did the same. “What if he’s right? Ever since, I was


    unlucky!” She eximed as she recalled how much she endured while growing up.


    “But your hair!” Tracy’s hand moved to touch ir’s head, but the woman was fast enough to block her


    hand.


    “They will grow again,” she smiled while massaging the shiny scalp and both women burst into


    laughter. “So, how do you like my new look?” She asked.


    Tracy cringed while staring at the hairless head of her friend. “What’s your n?” She inquired.


    “Hmmm, I’m not sure, but maybe I should shop for a man’s clothes. Or maybe I should get a tattoo or a


    piercing to match my appearance, what do you think?” She imagined other ways inside her head on


    how to look manly.


    Tracy pouted her lips while she squinted her eyes at ir. Although she didn’t agree to her ns at all,


    she wouldn’t stop her, and the least she could do was to support her as a friend. “Oh well, your figure


    may be slim, but it’s the trend nowadays. It’s painful to have a tattoo, and you know, it’s permanent.


    Won’t you regret itter?” She asked while eyeing ir’s blemished-free skin.


    “In my current situation, regret is out of the question Tracy. I’m desperate!” She lied.


    “I understand. Should I get inked as well?” Tracy suggested, and when ir smiled, they both wrinkled


    their noses and grinned.