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Authors: Kristyn Eudes
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light headed. All I want it to pull this nappy crap up and relax. My fingers get stuck again and I can't stand it. I can't breathe. I feel like the world is closing in around me. I rub my chest with my hand trying to circulate the air flow again and pull my other hand from my hair. At this point I am having major problems.
Now I really can't get a breath in my lungs. I feel myself sucking air in, but it’s not fulfilling. It’s not reaching the part of me that needs the oxygen. All because I couldn't brush my hair! I grab hold of a chunk of tangles and snatch my fingers through it. The pain causing me a moment of relief. I look around desperately for something sharp. Anything. I spot the dagger Orin left behind for me lying on the ground beside the fallen tree trunk. I snatch it up and hold up to my neck, angling it downward and I slice.
Orin appears at this moment. A rope of quail tied together and thrown across his shoulder. My eyes meet his as I make that first slice. He drops everything and rushes to me.
“Tris! NO!” He yells at me as my first clump of hair falls to the ground.
Tears are flowing down my face. I am hiccupping uncontrollably, trying to get air into my lungs. Orin snatches the dagger from my grasp and wraps his strong arms around me. His scent envelops me and I take in a deep breath. I can breathe. I lay my head against his shoulder and let my emotions flow from me like a river headed to the sea. I know his shirt is soaked in my tears and probably my snot too at this point, but he doesn't let me pull away until I have calmed completely.
When my breathing has returned to normal and my grip on his back has eased, he pulls back and looks at me in the eyes. I see worry and concern there, but nowhere in the depths of his soulful eyes do I see judgment or disdain. He isn't upset or disgusted with me, he is scared for me.
“M'anam, what's wrong? I thought you were trying to off yourself. You scared the hell out of me. I can't lose you.”
It takes me a moment to understand what he is talking about and then I feel like a fool. He walked up and saw me with a dagger to my throat and he thought I was trying to kill myself. I feel horrible.
“Seriously, Orin! I wouldn't ever do that. I jus...just need this all gone. I can't handle it anymore.” I tell him lifting the mess of hair and dropping it back down while crying hysterically.
“Come here, let me help you.” He says pulling me toward our makeshift bench.
I sit as quietly as possible on the tree log and watch him as he digs through his bag. My curiosity is peaked, when I see him pull out a pair of old black handled scissors. He walks over to me and kneels in front me. Taking my hand in his he demands my full attention.
“Do you trust me, m'anam? I promise I won't do you any harm, either physically or emotionally. To do so, would be to cut my own heart to shreds.”
I think to myself for a minute before answering and I realize that, I do. I do, trust this man in front of me. I may not be ready to accept this bond stuff, but this man has already captured my heart and trust.
“Yes, Orin… I trust you.”
The smile that lights his face could easily outshine the stars in the sky. He stands and lightly kisses me on the forehead before walking around behind me. I feel him lifting my hair and hear the scissors cutting through each strand. With each swipe of blade of across my hair, I feel lightness in my soul. The pink tinted strands fall all around me and I feel myself smile for the first time in what feels like forever. When he finishes his work, I stand and shake my head back and forth feeling the tips of my hair as they graze my chin and the back of my neck.
I’m laughing out loud now. I feel refreshed. I feel normal again. For the first time in weeks my head is pounding to the beat of my heart. I know it isn't going to last. I can feel the pain still, just outside the edge of
Now I really can't get a breath in my lungs. I feel myself sucking air in, but it’s not fulfilling. It’s not reaching the part of me that needs the oxygen. All because I couldn't brush my hair! I grab hold of a chunk of tangles and snatch my fingers through it. The pain causing me a moment of relief. I look around desperately for something sharp. Anything. I spot the dagger Orin left behind for me lying on the ground beside the fallen tree trunk. I snatch it up and hold up to my neck, angling it downward and I slice.
Orin appears at this moment. A rope of quail tied together and thrown across his shoulder. My eyes meet his as I make that first slice. He drops everything and rushes to me.
“Tris! NO!” He yells at me as my first clump of hair falls to the ground.
Tears are flowing down my face. I am hiccupping uncontrollably, trying to get air into my lungs. Orin snatches the dagger from my grasp and wraps his strong arms around me. His scent envelops me and I take in a deep breath. I can breathe. I lay my head against his shoulder and let my emotions flow from me like a river headed to the sea. I know his shirt is soaked in my tears and probably my snot too at this point, but he doesn't let me pull away until I have calmed completely.
When my breathing has returned to normal and my grip on his back has eased, he pulls back and looks at me in the eyes. I see worry and concern there, but nowhere in the depths of his soulful eyes do I see judgment or disdain. He isn't upset or disgusted with me, he is scared for me.
“M'anam, what's wrong? I thought you were trying to off yourself. You scared the hell out of me. I can't lose you.”
It takes me a moment to understand what he is talking about and then I feel like a fool. He walked up and saw me with a dagger to my throat and he thought I was trying to kill myself. I feel horrible.
“Seriously, Orin! I wouldn't ever do that. I jus...just need this all gone. I can't handle it anymore.” I tell him lifting the mess of hair and dropping it back down while crying hysterically.
“Come here, let me help you.” He says pulling me toward our makeshift bench.
I sit as quietly as possible on the tree log and watch him as he digs through his bag. My curiosity is peaked, when I see him pull out a pair of old black handled scissors. He walks over to me and kneels in front me. Taking my hand in his he demands my full attention.
“Do you trust me, m'anam? I promise I won't do you any harm, either physically or emotionally. To do so, would be to cut my own heart to shreds.”
I think to myself for a minute before answering and I realize that, I do. I do, trust this man in front of me. I may not be ready to accept this bond stuff, but this man has already captured my heart and trust.
“Yes, Orin… I trust you.”
The smile that lights his face could easily outshine the stars in the sky. He stands and lightly kisses me on the forehead before walking around behind me. I feel him lifting my hair and hear the scissors cutting through each strand. With each swipe of blade of across my hair, I feel lightness in my soul. The pink tinted strands fall all around me and I feel myself smile for the first time in what feels like forever. When he finishes his work, I stand and shake my head back and forth feeling the tips of my hair as they graze my chin and the back of my neck.
I’m laughing out loud now. I feel refreshed. I feel normal again. For the first time in weeks my head is pounding to the beat of my heart. I know it isn't going to last. I can feel the pain still, just outside the edge of
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