He likes his girls to look a certain way.
Black hair. Blue eyes. Red lips. White skin.
Not pale, but white. Bloodless.
So for him, I dyed my hair. The chemicals stung my nose, but blackened my curls into silken ash.
I bit my lips until they swelled, full and red.
And for him, I died.
My joints are too stiff for dancing now, but my skin is perfect, milk-white and cool.
Eyes clouded over into murky blue.
He likes his girls to look a certain way, and when he sees how far I've gone, I know he'll love me.
Author bio: I like to write in just about every genre, but my favourites are horror and fantasy.
My author homepage is www.sbcbfiction.net and I can also be found on twitter @ShenoaSays
Fetching is part of 101 Fiction issue 5.