While she was at Wal-Mart that night, Alison couldn’t help but remember the change in Sandi’s looks. Alison had never considered it could be that easy, just deciding to change it, not just it but also to change how people treat her. She had spent the day thinking about what change dye would bring to her. She wasn’t sure if anyone would notice or if they did notice, she didn’t know if would change anything. As she stared at the shelves, she decided she was thinking too much about it. She always thought too much and did too little, so she hid the “honey auburn” box in her cart underneath her tofu and ice cream. The aisles were empty except for the graveyard shift workers restocking the surrounding shelves with shampoos, conditioners, and body wash. She scratched the dye off her list.
After removing her glasses, she put a towel around her neck. She was sweating when she squirted the red goop in her hair. It was too red like fake blood from a horror movie. She sat on her toilet watching her clock as she let the dye sit in her hair for its 15 minutes. She closed her eyes and thought about sleep to ignore the slight stinging.
When she opened her eyes, she could see a light under the door from the hallway. When she tried to move, her muscles were heavy and senseless. Everything hurt. She sat still, wondering why she and her muscles were asleep in the bathroom. She scratched her head and put her hand down on her lap. Seeing the mess of red dye and hair stuck to her jeans, she scrambled into the shower water that burned her raw scalp as she frantically rinsed. The dye came out along with her hair. Like spider webs, it tangled around her fingers and lay in clumps in her palms, and her shoulders, and on top of the drain.