The Hair

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Diane has a perfect life. A great husband, a silly dog, and a great job as a Lawyer. As her life slowly goes to shit she notices a common factor: a black hair.

The Hair

Originally written February 2016, edited for Creative Writing December 2016

Diane had an extraordinarily wonderful life. She was a beautiful and powerful blonde woman with an occasional attitude. That attitude helped her get through law school and win nearly a hundred court cases. She had an amazing job at a law firm, which she had worked hard to get after she graduated law school. Her husband, Tom, was a wonderful man. She had met him when she was seventeen and since then they haven’t been apart for long. Their wedding day was the happiest day of her life, and every day following it was even better with Tom. For their one-year anniversary, Tom brought home Rex, a golden retriever puppy. Immediately, Rex became a part of the family. Diane’s life was good; perfect, in her eyes.

Then one day, Diane came home to Tom sitting solemnly and quietly on the couch. It was an unusual sight. Usually on nice days like that one, he was out in the backyard with Rex playing catch or running around like madly. It was a rare sight to see him just sitting; doing nothing. “Something wrong?” Diane asked almost afraid to hear his answer. She had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her there was nothing good about this situation. Tom rubbed his face with the palms of his hands, “Baby, I don’t know how to tell you this… I found Rex this morning, and he wasn’t moving,” he said. Diane’s heart skipped a beat. “Rex passed away this morning,” Tom muttered.

Diane tried to hold in her tears, she never liked letting people see her cry. She flopped down on the couch with Tom and buried her face in his shoulder. She couldn’t contain her tears anymore, and she began to let her tears seep into Tom’s flannel shirt. He held her close and stroked her hair as she wept.

After she had cried for about an hour, Diane scooted away from Tom and sat in devastation. Tom stared at her for a minute, then picked something off her face, a long black hair. “You lost something,” he joked. Diane took it from his fingertips and studied it, “Hmm, I just dyed my hair last week. That’s odd,” she said. Tom shrugged, “Maybe you just missed a spot,”. Diane studied the hair a moment longer before ultimately letting it sink to the floor. “Maybe,” she said.

Diane forgot about that hair for 6 months. It was only when she lost her job at her law firm that she thought about it again. As she cleared out her desk, she found a long black hair resting on top of an old law book. It laid there lifeless, yet it haunted her. It surely wasn’t her hair, even her natural hair color wasn’t this dark. It had to be a coincidence; maybe the office secretary, Sheila, had been snooping through her office again. Diane picked up the hair with her fingertips, then let it sink down to the ground.

For a while, the long black hairs had disappeared. Diane tried to rebuild her life, but finding a job was becoming increasingly difficult. Without Rex around, she found herself getting bored and out of shape. She didn’t really have the motivation to do anything anymore, but she was keeping her head up. She had hopes that life would return to normal soon and that she would have her perfect life once again. That is, until a rainy October evening when she got a phone call from the E.R.

 Tom had been in a fatal car accident. The drunk driver who crashed into him was already headed to the morgue and Tom laid in ICU fighting for his life. Diane rushed to his bedside and held his hand as he fought for his life. After hours of watching him struggle, Diane watched Tom take his last breath.  She thought for sure her own heart would go out as the nurses came in and pulled the white sheet over his face. Her best friend in the whole world; her perfect and loving husband was gone forever. Her whole world was crashing down, and she knew nothing would be the same ever again.

The nurses left Diane to say her final goodbye to Tom. She could barely hold in her tears and she let out a loud sob as soon as the nurses were out of her sight. She threw herself over Tom’s body and cried into his shoulder as she always did when something awful was happening, but this was more than awful, it was a nightmare.

Diane cried for a moment, then she lifted her head. There. There on the white sheet was another long black hair. How did it get there? Not the nurses. She wouldn’t accept that excuse. This was the third time she had seen the black hair when something terrible was happening. This couldn’t be a coincidence.

Diane left instantly and ran into the nearest bathroom. She was shaking and her heart was racing. She vomited on the bathroom floor and slipped on it as she beelined for the mirror. She gripped the edge of the sink and stabilized herself. She stood for a moment trying to catch her breath, then she looked up at herself, but the face in the mirror was not her own. This woman had thin jet black hair, and you could nearly see her scalp in some places. Her skin was gray and covered in dark bruises. The woman’s eyes were dark and cold. She looked like she was in pain or on some kind of drug. Diane stared in amazement. As she lifted her head, the woman did also. Diane lifted her arm and touched the mirror with her hand; the woman in the mirror did the same. She didn’t understand how, but this woman seemed so familiar to her; like a sister or a long forgotten friend.

Suddenly, the door swung open behind the woman. It was a nurse dressed in navy scrubs who looked like she was having the worst day of her life. “Gale, it’s time to take your meds,” the nurse said. The woman instantly started screaming and pulling out her hair. Diane unconsciously mirrored her actions, and she too screamed at the top of her lungs. She sunk down to the floor and looked at her hands. The hair between her fingertips were jet black and her skin was gray and cracked. She looked at the doorway, and the nurse in the navy scrubs was standing there. “Gale, do we have to do this every time? Your medication helps you,” the nurse explained in the kindest tone she could muster.

Diane stood up shaking, “My name isn’t Gale. My name is Diane. This is a mistake,” she muttered slowly as tears started slipping down her cheeks. The nurse walked toward her and put a hand on her shoulder, “Okay, Diane, let’s go take your meds and then I’ll help you find your way to the TV room, okay?” she said. “No! You don’t understand! I’m not who you think I am!” Diane yelled as she smacked the nurses hand away from her. The nurse grabbed her wrist tightly and yanked her up from the ground. The nurses grip was tight on her arm as she began to pull her out of the room and away from the mirror. “No! Just look in the mirror and you’ll understand!” Diane screamed as she tried to break free of the nurse’s grip, but the nurse ignored her.  She looked back at the mirror for any sign of herself, but all she saw was who she had become. Herself. Gale.


Submitted: February 05, 2016

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