Twisted

chapter-1

Jade...

I stared up into my reflection as
the hairstylist gathered her things
to cut my hair. I have long hair that reached up to my hips. I always took care of it and didn't want to cut it until last week.

The only reason I'm here is because my ex-boyfriend told me not to cut my hair. I know it's a terrible idea to cut my hair for a person who is no longer in my life, but as my hair was his favourite part of me. I do want to cut. My rage isn't allowing me to get away from the idea of cutting my hair.

I broke up with James a week ago. We have been dating for 2 years since high school. He was a year senior to me. We met on a sports day and eventually fell in love. Yet I hid my power from him until last week, when I lost control. He blamed me for finding his secret relationship. I should be the one who should be mad. But instead, I stood there shocked, looking at him as if I was the one who cheated. He blamed me for so long until I lost control and started flying everything in the house at him. He is still in the hospital.

I haven't gone to meet him. Well, why should I?

I can control my anger for so long until I lose control. I can't predict what will happen after I lose my control. There are a lot of incidents that happened before, similar to what happened to James.

I didn't tell my aunt about my haircut because she would probably dislike the idea of me getting a haircut.

I'm staying with my aunt because my parents died in an accident when I was 7 years old. After that, my aunt took care of me. I don't remember my parents, so it doesn't hurt that much.

"You sure you want to do this hair? It's been this long . . . " she sighs. " You sure?" asked the stylist, returning me to reality.

"Of course," I say.

She took the scissors from the counter top and started cutting my hair. I focused my gaze on the sponge laying on the counter top , as the noise of her cutting my hair filled my ears. I could feel my head becoming light as the long strands of my black hair gathered around my chair.

I keep my eyes shut.

"It's done." So said the stylist after what seemed like half an hour. I looked up into the mirror to see my hair was shorter than my neck. I don't look like the innocent girl I was before I had the hair cut. Well, that's good. I stared at it for a moment before getting up. I glanced at my long strands of black hair gathered around the chair for one last time.

I paid her and walked out of the shop.

I was out of sight of the shop when I got a call. I took my phone from my pocket.

It's from an unknown number. I declined it. In the last few days, James has called me from several different phone numbers. So it might be him. I had gotten three missed calls by the time I decided to answer.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hello? Is this jade? " answered the other. It definitely doesn't sound like James.

"Yes, who's this?" I asked.

"I'm Dr. William Davis." He answered. " Do you remember me?"

"Yeah, Dr. What's wrong? Are there any complications? "