CreativeDarkPeace

The dye was all over the sink. Dave acted as if he didn't see this. But he definitely felt it trickle down his neck, leaving a grey sheen on his skin, and absorb into his t-shirt. His shoulders were damp, and the clean, white fabric had dirtied. He barely looked at it though. He insisted on dying his hair all by himself - Bro wasn't allowed to help with that - and he did, late at night when no one was awake and the last of the tobacco in Dad's pipe was burnt out. The digital clock informed him it was two am. Dave barely looked at the green, uniform numbers flickering on the clock's face. He looked in the mirror, and ran a hand through his h