prompt: blue
word count: 117

With an exasperated groan, she got up from her bed but stopped short when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Why was her hair blue?

She had never dyed her hair before, it was always the same, dull black that she had for the past eighteen years of her life. She would've never dyed it either, she took pride in her asian looks.

As much as the shade of blue was pretty, she disliked the mood it was giving out, like an aggressiveness that was only matched when a person was drunk and stupid.

Though she couldn't think about it for much longer, since a pair of cold hands wrapped themselves around her neck.