"Ow."
"Sorry!" I sighed and shrugged.
"It's fine."
Vicki had woken me up about an hour before I usually do, just so she could do my hair. Apparently it was really "ratty" and "unkempt" whatever that means. But I was too tired to ask, so I let her try and fix it. At the moment, she was pulling on it and doing her best to get the knots out. I suggested a shower, but she said all that would do was make it worse at this point. She pulled on another knot and made me wince.
"Ow..." She sighed.
"I'm sorry Del, I really don't mean to pull." I shrugged lightly.
"It's okay, really. I just... no ones tried to brush my hair since I was 12." Vicki stopped and looked down at me.
"You're kidding." I looked up at her and shook my head.
"Nope..." She sighed and looked at me with with a small annoyed smile.
"Del, no wonder your hair is like this. Why don't you try and brush?" She continued to brush it, while I spoke about why I couldn't brush my hair, or why I didn't feel the need to brush my hair. But she suddenly stopped when she pulled the right side of my hair behind my ear, which felt weird since I never put it behind my ear.
But I stopped talking when I heard her gasp lightly. I tried to look back as my heart beat picked up.
"What? What's wrong?" I asked worriedly. She traced her fingers down the side of my face.
"What happened, Del?" I furrowed my eyebrows and looked back at her.
"What do you mean?" She didn't say anything. "Vicki?"
"You have a huge scar here, what happened?" My heart suddenly dropped to my feet and I swallowed.
"It's nothing, I promise. I just fell when I was little, don't worry about it." I quickly put my hand over the scar and moved my hair so it was in front of the scar. I didn't want her to see it anymore. "Really, it's nothing." Vicki went quiet for a moment. And it wasn't the type of quiet that someone is when their thinking. I knew what she was thinking, and I also knew she wasn't going to say anything about it.
I knew.
"Alright." She said quietly, brushing the rest of my hair out. She finally finished, and smiled happily.
"Okay, I think I'm done." She told me. "Wanna see it?" I sighed and nodded.
"Sure." I told her. She smiled happily and went to grab and mirror, walking back and handing it to me.
"Alright, here you go." I thanked her and grabbed the mirror, seeing my hair well brushed and straight, and it was honestly weird. It looked really nice? I honestly really liked it. Seeing it straight and brushed made me smile, since it didn't look like a birds nest anymore. I touched it and ran my hand through it. There weren't any tangles, and that was the weirdest feeling I've ever felt.
"Wow..." I mumbled. Vicki smiled.
"You like it?" I stared at it for another little while and laughed slightly.
"Y-yeah. It's, uh, it's really... cool." I smiled softly and moved my hair so it was draping over my shoulders. "I really like it." I said softly. Vicki smiled brightly.
"That's awesome! I'm really glad you like it." I nodded and brushed back the left side of my hair.
"I do too."
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Tough as Nails, Breakable as Glass
Fanfiction"I am not glass, you will not break me." I breathed in deeply. "I am a nail." Her life has been bad since age three, and she has no desire for it to get worse. Here she is going to her next foster home with the Collins, and she has no idea how much...
