The Experiment [RENESMEE CULLEN]

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Ever since Jacob and I started dating, nothing much has happened yet. So far we kiss and laugh at cat memes and watch PewDiePie.

Until one day someone has left scissors in the bathroom.

My hair is to the middle of my back and has always been maintained to be so. But I've always wondered how would I look like with shorter hairstyle.

Curiosity gets the best of me and the sharp object lands in my hands. And then so do the locks of my hair in the sink.

My hair is now a little bit past my chin.

I am proud of the final result, but my family isn't.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR HAIR?!", screeches aunt Alice in horror when she sees me in the evening.

"And where did you get the scissors from?", my parents wonder, since no sharp objects are allowed anywhere near me. I gulp, imagining a white screen to annoy my mind-reading father.

My mother turns to my grandfather, "My daughter isn't safe in this hospital anymore! Look at what she's done! What if tomorrow she does the same to her wrists?", And she points at me. Grandpa shakes his head in disapproval and attempts to reassure my mother that

Aunt Alice insists on fixing my hair since she thinks it's cropped badly, but I refuse. I like it the way it is.

And then I march to my bedroom where I lock myself with my iPod and frantically text Jacob. He needs to know what is going on:

We need to leave. It's not safe here anymore.