Topic: With dull black hues.

namineswave

Date: 2007-12-17 20:01 EST
Willow was four and a curious child. While she would clean her owner's room, a rich woman who was old and cruel, she would stand in front of the mirror and explore her appearance. She was naturally ash blond and eyes of a deep-gray blue, but when she was in front of the mirror, she saw a change. She saw when she made her feelings go from one way to another her hair would change color and even shape and consistency. Her eyes did the same thing, glowing from one color to another, all by manipulating her mood. So like everyday, while she was supposed shining her mistress's collectibles she would stand in front of the mirror and play around with her appearance. But today would be an unlucky day. The mistress was back early, and walked in on this little game. She rushed to her and grabbed her right wrist. "What have you done to your hair! You little tart! What have you done!" She screamed, in the poor young girls face. Her eyes and hair went stark white with fear. She swallowed unable to answer. Her mistress seeing this change smiled an evil grin. "Get the scissors! Now!" and she tossed her aside. Willow took the scissors out of the desk draw and walked over meekly, eyes downcast. Her mistress grabbed a length of hair and pulled hard, one hand on the scissors. Willow screamed out, but it was too late, a snip and all she was left with was a patch of stubble. She proceeded to cut the rest of her long locks until she was left with an uneven boyish haircut. Tears streamed endlessly from her eyes, now glowing with a tint of white and red, angry and afraid all of the same. "Now" her mistress said curtly"Change your hair and eyes to black, plain black, to fit your position in life." She obliged turning to a sad course black, and her eyes to their darkest hue. "From now on, thats how you will stay."