Ficlets

She took the bottle of blue hair dye out of the plastic bag. She had gotten tired of the bright purple that she had chosen a week ago.
“I liked it better blond,” her younger sister told her, standing outside of her bedroom door.
“And the world revolves around you,” she muttered, turning around to walk to the bathroom.
“Why do you dye your hair?” her bubblegum chewing sister asked her.
“Dunno,” she answered, not bothering to hide her annoyance.
“Why don’t you ever wear pink?”
She shrugged not bothering to give her an answer.
When her sister kept staring at her, waiting, she sighed, frustrated and answered, “Black suits me.”
She waited for her to leave but she kept standing there.
“Can you go?” she asked exasperated.
“I liked you better before mom died,” her sister mumbled.
Pain flashed through her eyes before disappearing as quickly as it had come.
“Don’t. Say. Her. Name,” she commanded in a low voice. She glared at her sister angrily before slamming the door shut.