"Do it" I whispered- well, more like mouthed seeing that I can't speak. 

Joseph knew what I meant and I took a deep breath as he laid me down on the table. 

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Now I can't be seen by Dillan, she won't recognize me ever. I'm free. I'm no longer her shadow.  I touched my now slightly shorter hair and glanced at the translucent blue streaks. That's not all. I slowly walked over to the mirror and started tearing off my bandages covering my eye. 

The tattoo (it's not permanent, just has to stay on long enough for me to leave unnoticed, the hair is also impermanent) covering my eye was sort of like Hawaiian ones that cover the bicep. I slightly smiled, I didn't even recognize myself. There's just one last thing I have to do before I leave. 

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I ran to the attic to say my final goodbyes to Cassie. This will be even more painful seeing that my mind can't make her look like her old self. At least she's with Sam, that's all I need to know. 

Getting past the security was the hard part but after I did that, I ran to her room and motioned her to be quiet. She was still stationary in her wheel chair, she gave me a slight smile and I felt tears rise to my eyes. 

I grabbed a piece of paper from the table and scribbled, "Bye."

"Where are you going?" She whispers. 

"Away."

"Take me with you," she pleaded quietly. 

I can't say no, I need someone. I don't have Dillan anymore. Instead I have Cassie- this may be a good thing or it may be a bad thing, all I know is that maybe this will be a relationship that won't fail and crash and burn. 

I have to admit, it's hard to avoid Dillan thoughts, they echo and repeat trying to get me to relive our memories. But do I want to? No I don't. She's done with me, I'm done with her. 

I nodded and Cassie grinned. Then I jumped out the window and she followed. 

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"Wow," Cassie sighed in wonder. I could imagine Di- nope, not thinking about her. The sun hit her fire kissed face and I consciously rubbed my burns. Whenever I'm in the sun, the heat flares up in my neck making me feel like I'm back in the fire. Great, my skin tingled. And I'm ticklish. I started cracking up which sounds like wheezing seeing my vocal situation. 

Cassie looked over to me and creased her eyebrows together like I was nuts- and the best part is that I am. 

Freedom. 

I hate it. 

I don't know what to do, honestly. Should I become a barber and make a whole new hairstyle? Should I destroy a barber shop? There are so many possibilities of being a barber that it hurts my mind. 

Mark my words- I will one day become a barber and will declare that I don't need anyone.