I inhaled deeply, my fingers trembling as I caught sight of the white strands mingling with the dark of my hair.
The reflection in the mirror was unnerving. What kind of magic was this? A sense of dread began to claw at my insides as I could feel my heart racing.
My mind raced with confusion and panic, urging me to act. I fumbled for the pair of scissors on my vanity, my hands shaking as I grasped the cool handle and brought the blades to the roots of my hair.
"What's going on?" I stammered as I scrutinized my reflection, only to see the white spreading like wildfire, consuming the dark with each passing second.
My stomach twisted in knots; I hardly recognized the person staring back at me. The scissors slipped from my grasp and clattered to the floor, the sound echoing in the stillness as horror washed over me.
