Be yourself, don’t take anything from anyone, and never let them take you alive. -Gerard Way
Alexandria's pov
I stared my reflection back, the feeling of uneasiness swimming through my bloodstream. Wet brown curls stuck to my skin, I hadn’t made a move to dry them up. In the mirror, was the old me. I had forgotten what she looked like.
When I decided to dye my hair grey, I was only ten. Each year I’d redo the roots to make sure they blended smoothly and it could pass off as my natural hair. People called it unique and unusual, I felt like a liar so I never took their compliments, I merely shrugged it off.
But today, I hated looking at it. So I got the dye remover that I always carry with me and washed It off. And now I hate this too, I look like the rest of my siblings. Which isn’t a b
