This is a snippet from my Alert Again WIP. I hope you enjoy and please critique and comment. Don't forget to return to Tuesday Tales for more great works.
Donna was standing in front of the bathroom mirror just filling herself with confidence to get through the next couple of weeks as a different person. But if she was going to be honest with herself, since her father's death she was different. It' seemed to be a trickle affect of one emotion after another since she was mourning her father. The emotions were sadness, loneliness, anger and somehow betrayal and now revenge.
Betrayal. She looked at herself and what she had become since Charles deceived her and others into thinking she was some psychotic loony on a mission to cause them and herself harm. Oh yes, she was upset over her father's death. After all her relationship with him was very strong. He was her best friend. Had it not been for his stubbornness of disliking Charles and keeping distant, just maybe she would have seen the signs of the Cancer and she could have made him go to the doctors sooner. Then he may still be alive today and she would not be in this situation.
The situation at hand; she now was totally changing who she was.
Abigail did a great job cutting and styling Donna's hair. She cut it in a "French Bob." Abigail was so thrilled to have the assignment. She hadn't really used her shears in quite some time. Abigail went to beauty school when she was in her 30's to learn a trade that she could use when they went on missionary trips. She felt that sometimes you just need a clean haircut to make you feel better. Abigail was right. She had done an amazing job. Donna's hair had been down to her waist and it was near black. She had nice hair but it was all one length with no character to it. Just plain.
Staring at herself in the mirror she was awed at how changing the color and style had transformed her into someone completely different. Henry had purchased the color hair Abigail once was before age took over. He said Abigail needed some to touch up her own but that he bought enough for both of them. He had also purchased make-up, figuring it would help with changing Donna's appearance. He was right!
Donna was never much to where make-up. So as she finished putting it on and went into the living room to show Henry and Abigail they were nearly floored at her appearance. Henry whistled and Abigail was smiling and giggling as she kept repeating "breath-taking, simply breath-taking" Donna felt amazing, Abigail had been right.
They all decided that they would call Donna "Sissy" It was easy to remember. They didn't want to call her by her real name in case of unexpected visitors, it wouldn't take them long to put two and two together and figure out who she was. Plus, while growing up, close relatives had called her that. So it wouldn't be hard to adapt to the name. Charles didn't know this because by the time he came into the picture those relatives had already passed on. So it was a name she responded to and with her new look she was now converted into a new person. Off the grid for the time being. Working on her weight-gain was the next step and it wasn't going to be easy, but with all the amazing food Abigail made it was definitely going to be a delightful experience. She never ate so much dessert but it was all for the cause.
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