"What is wrong with my hair?" I quietly uttered as I ran my hand through the green locks.

People had always commented on it, but I had never cared.

Not until he commented on it.

"I always talked with Mom about dyeing my hair green" I mentioned to him softly.

He sprung to life. He leaned forward on the sofa and pointed a shaking finger at me.

"Do not mention her." He spat out in disgust "She would be so disappointed in you."

"Yeah, because it would be me she is disappointed in." I remarked sarcastically "It would definitely not be the drunk that drowns his sorrows in whisky. The one that lost his job because he is such a mess. The one that only comes back to pay the bills and then leaves his daughter and disappears for months at a time."

No reply leaves him. Nothing left him.

He had fallen back onto the sofa unconscious.

I rushed out of the room and wiped my eyes as I went.

I ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. I locked it before I fell back onto the wall. I leaned my head against the hard surface as I closed my eyes and placed my hand on my shaking mouth.

The reflection of myself in the mirror above the sink greeted me. The sight of the person looking back at me made me want to cry harder.

Black mascara ran down my cheeks and a red puffiness decorated my nose and the area around my eyes.

I rubbed at my eyes and scrubbed the charcoal colour all over my eyes. It made me look like a wrecked and broken china doll.

Sobs escaped my chest as I looked in the cabinet under the sink for something to wipe my eyes with. I pulled out toilet roll, shampoo and hair dye remover.

The last item caught my eye, so I took it out.

I read the back of the box as it shook in my hands.

It was true that I never cared about other people's opinions. I loved my green hair. I believe it was part of who I was. Sometimes I even let myself believe it was my natural hair colour.

The sound of the running water drowned out my cries as I rubbed the hair dye remover into my scalp.

I watched the shower floor turn green while I thought back to scolding Chase about not being himself. I watched a part of my identity wash down the drain and I had never felt more like a hypocrite.

With a towel wrapped around my body, I quickly raced through to my room and locked the door behind me.

A shiver ran down my back at the temperature of the house and I hoped that the gas bill had been paid.