"WHAT THE?" Your mother screeched the next morning, as she fingered the bald spot where your hair parted.
"Cover that up missy, we don't want to air our dirty laundry."
Then she turned away from you and yelled at the phone.
"I NEED AN APPOINTMENT! MY DAUGHTER HAS CANCER...WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S A WAITING LIST.........? WELL GET ME ON IT!"
You got your pink headband and used the back of a spoon to try and see so that you could cover up your spot.
You wondered where it had come from.
YOU ARE READING
Pull Of The Current
Short Story"And the hair floated to the ground" This is a story about a girl with Trichotillomania, a Body-Focused Repetitive Behaviour where one yanks the hairs from their very body. It's not a diary, but it might as well be. (01; Pull of the Current) [in pro...
