Working in a hospital definitely wasn't easy, and you were an intern at that. You were always getting bossed around and to what to do and it really felt like the only freedom you had was the time you spent at home with your roommates, Meredith, Izzie, and George, which wasnt always that often.

Tonight, you sat on the floor in the washroom, staring at all of the long dark curly hair on the floor that had fallen from your head with a pair of scissors in your hands. You never thought you could bring yourself to do it, I mean, your hair was a really big part of you. You had been growing it out for the last seven years, but then again, you needed the change to feel like new again, to use your freedom. It definitely brought out a sense of regret, but soon enough, you'd learn to love the new you. After all, you were never an impulsive person, so it was bound to be a bit difficult to make decisions like this, even if in reality they weren't that serious.

Getting up off the floor, you looked at yourself in the mirror again, not quite sure how to feel, but you were quickly snatched out of your thoughts as the sound of a knock intruded your silence.

"Uh.. hey, you good in there..? You've been in the washroom for a while, can I come in? just wanted to make sure your okay..!" George said from the other side of the door.