I let out a deep sigh as I looked down at the sink. My fingers were quivering inadequately while holding the blade. I was trying to retain them but failed. I gulp the jam in my throat, trying to focus my mind. Remember, Natasha. You're doing this for him, for the sake of your freedom. I closed my eyes and then raised my hands, leveling them on my hair. When I felt the blade's tip cut through my hair, the tension I was feeling released.
My shoulders relaxed, and at the same time, my mind went blank. As if all of this were just natural to happen. I stare at myself in the mirror, comprehending what's happening. You got this, Natasha, just a bit more cut, then you're okay.