The Making of A Prologue

She realized it was too late once she saw the bright crimson liquid trickle down the bathroom sink. “Fuck! It’s going to leave a stain,” Raine exclaimed to herself while she debated if she wanted

She realized it was too late once she saw the bright crimson liquid trickle down the bathroom sink.

“Fuck! It’s going to leave a stain,” Raine exclaimed to herself while she debated if she wanted to continue dying her hair in the bathroom, as opposed to spending money in a salon.

Raine walked out of the bathroom and took a seat on the edge of her black wooden bench that seemed to always be covered with massive amounts of folded clothes. She skimmed the room for her cell phone to check if any clients or customers had requested her.

 

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