Hale woke up to his phone ringing and didn't bother checking who it was, as he already knew it was his parents. He declined like he has been doing and rose to a sitting position with an unbearable pain in his chest.
He tried getting every strand of his hair from his face, they bothered him so much that he grabbed the scissors from his bedside table and began to cut through them aggressively. He didn't care to cut it smoothly, everything was starting to irritate him the more that he screamed when those strands he cut short grew back instantly to their original ridiculous length. He flung the scissors across the room, covered his face with his bruised palms to pour out how he was feeling in muffled sobs.
