I Woke Up to Find My Hair Cut, I Went Pale When I Found Out Who Did It and Why
A Strange Morning I woke up to something tickling my cheek. Half-asleep, I brushed it away, but it didn’t budge. Confused, I pinched it between my fingers. Soft, brittle strands. Hair. My hair. At first, I thought it was just a loose strand. But as I opened my eyes fully, my heart stopped. My pillow was covered in jagged clumps of auburn hair, like someone had emptied a party popper filled with pieces of me. Panic rose in my chest as I sat up too fast, my head spinning. My