Save Me From Myself

Scissors

Snow POV

I woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, barely able to tell if I was breathing. Gasping for air, my shaky hands grabbed onto my dark hair as if to see if I was still here. Blood dripped from my nose down to my chin.

The nightmares. The shadows. They won't leave me alone. I squeezed my eyes close trying to forget where my dreams were sent. I was running down the path towards where Henry was, to save him. My boots beat against the rocks and dirt, tree limbs and briars grazing my skin, the bitter cold feeling of the wind, and the shadows closing in. It was a curse or spell, something of the sort, that was put to keep me away from getting to him; my love. Well, it wasn't trying to keep me away. It was trying to keep my amulet away, the key to freeing him. The shadows tried to grab me and it hurts if they touched. I finally saw it though, the clearing and Henry stuck in stone at the center.

As soon as I nearly reached the end, I felt the pain of my hair being pulled and I fell back to the ground. A shadow grabbed me, and more and more grabbed onto me. I felt like I was being dragged into the darkness of the woods. The pain started fading, I was getting weaker as if my energy was ripped from me, but one thing remained clear. Fear. I need to save Henry, but I couldn't until the ancestors gave me my first signal. The signal for me to leave Paris. That signal would give me three days to get ready to leave.

I rocked myself back and forth trying to calm down before swinging my legs over the side of the bed, stepping onto the cold floor. I rushed to the kitchen and searched the drawers. Then I found them. Scissors. I quickly, without a second thought, cut off a chunk of my hair. I watched the brown, almost black, hair fall to the floor. I kept cutting my hair. My once long hair that grew out to almost reaching my elbows, was now a little over my shoulders. I held onto the scissors as if it would keep the fear away. I abruptly dropped the scissors and realized they cut my hand. Sighing I went to the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror and my hair wasn't even, but I didn't care for now. I rocked myself back and forth on my heels, holding onto the sink. After calming down, I opened to cabinet and picked up the scissors I use for my hair. I cleaned the cut up and made it even, giving myself a kind of clean-choppy hairstyle. I cleaned my face from my nosebleed and cleaned my hand with peroxide. I washed my hair in the sink after realizing I had some blood from my hand on it.

I went back to bed but I wasn't able to go back to sleep. I was too scared to go to sleep. Morning came and I got ready for school. I put on mom-jeans, a white baggy long sleeve white shirt that had yellow, gray, and blue lines on it and tucked the shirt into my jeans, and gray shoes. I grabbed a gray beenie and tucked the ends of my hair in the back into it. I left parts of my hair in the front fall loose.

I fed the cat, ate a granola bar, threw some laundry that was in the washer into the dryer then more laundry into the washer, threw away all the hair that was on the floor, grabbed my backpack and left for school.

I got to school and not many people were there. I always show up early. I checked Marinette's locker every morning to make sure nothing is on it. This morning there was. It was a pink rose and a small violet taped to it, with a note with Rose and Juleka's name on it. Marinette was coming back to school today.

"Hey, Snow." I jumped at the sudden voice.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." Alix chuckled. I sighed and laughed a little.

"Don't worry about it. What's up?" I responded.

"I was just going to ask if you have your part of the art project? Nathanael and Marc brought their's and we should be able to finish putting it together in art." She said, leaning against the lockers. I started putting the combination in my locker before answering.