It (2017) | Imagines + Preferences

loosely based on 'this is home' by cavetown. very good song i 10/10 reccomend it its got such a nice vibe and im ranting about a song lmao bye. (i say 'loosely based' because it inspired this imagine, but im pretty sure thst the song is about him being trans/his dysphoria but still,,, it inspired this kinda, mostly the cut my hair part. its still gender neuteral tho dont worry.)

TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE

Your POV

I stood in front of the bsthroom mirror, a pair of scissors in my hand.

Tears were streaming down my face. I hate this. I hate this.

I gripped a lock of my long hair and cut through it with the scissors, gritting my teeth.

I finished in a few minutes. I now had (shoulder length/pixie cut, you choose) hair. It wasn't much, but it may mske her stop.

I took a washcloth and dampened it in the sink, softly patting down my scalp, trying to be gentle with myself. I was the only person who seemed to know how to be gentle with me.

I pulled tbe rag back, seeming to get most of the blood from my hair. I ran more water to rinse the hair down the drain.

Maybe this was an attempt to make her stop. Stop pulling my hair, at the very least, and using it like a rope to toss me against walls like a toy.

Or was it a cry for help?

Nobody would talk to me normally. Maybe just a hello, or a few words from Bowers, but no real meaningful stuff.

But maybe if someone asked about me- about my hair- I'd be able to bring myself to tell someone.

I doubt anybody would notice, but just if they did.

I shook the thoughts.

My mother was currently passed out in the living room. I couldn't go through the front door, but I could sneak out my window.

I made sure my hair didn't look choppy and slipped on a hoodie. I grabbed the bag containing my sketchbook and some pencils and opened my window, silently landing on the soft grass. I reached up to clode the window, leaving a pencil in it to make sure it didn't close too much.

I glanced down at my watch.

4:23pm.

My mom wouldn't notice I was gone until I got back, it didn't even matter. I made my way to the park, where I normally sat under a tree. But there was a boy there.

He was writing in a journal of some sort. I decided to leave him alone, and walked to a tree that sat a few feet away.

I hadn't even pulled put my pencil when I heard a voice.

"Y/n?"

I shot my head over, it was the boy. It was then that I recognized him from my math class, Ben.

"Uh, hey Ben."

"What happened to your hair?" he caught himself and his eyes widened, "I- I mean I like it! Just, why'd you cut it?"

Everything I said, about how I hope someone notices my hairx was regretted at this very moment.

"I, er... didn't like having long hair, too much of a hassle."

I am such a rubbish liar.

"You always have a new style though, it'll be harder to do with that shot hair. Not that it's not cute. Wait no-"

"How'd you take the time to notice all the dumb styles I put my hair into?" I asked, laughing a bit.

"I just noticed your hair in braids one day and I liked it and the next day when I went to look at them it was in a new style so I started looking every day."

"That's weird."

"Hey! I asked you a question, no need to insult me. Why'd you cut it?" he asked, his eyes lighting up as he smiled.

Should I?

I mean, he seems nice enough. And i've got nothing to loose.

Fuck it.

"Promise to keep it a secret?"

"Yes?"

"Well I... My mom.. hits me, and pulls my hair sometines, and I figured if I've got no hair to pull it'll eliminate some of the problem."

"She hits you!?"

"It's really oka-"

"No! It isn't! Y/n, you have to tell the police or something!"

"Derry's cops are shit. They won't do anything. Even if they do, I'll be sent with my dad, and he isn't much better." I said, leaning into the wall and tilting my head toward the sky.

"Here," Ben said. I heard paper rip and I looked over to see him holding it out to me, "I was gonna give this to you some other time but I want you to have it now."

I furrowed my brows in confusion as I took the paper and read it.

My eyes scanned the page and I smiled, looking bacm over at the boy, who was now blushing.

"Sorry if it's weird."

"It's adorable, Ben."

"Adorable?"

"Yeah. Adorable."

monday- braids
tuesday- ponytail
wedesday- pigtails
thursday- half up half down
friday- (curled/straightened, you choose)
saturday- haircut