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Josh came home a month later. He wasn't the same. 

Dad wheeled him in, his face red from the long climb. I couldn't help but gasp at the sight of Josh in a wheelchair, so frail with knocked knees, his eyes full of sorrow at the sight of himself so helpless. Lizzy tried to place a comforting hand on my shoulder as if I were the one who needed the help - it was Josh, not me. 

There was no longer the patter of eight feet in the house, only six and the squeak of wheels. They stopped just three strides away from me, my dad biting his lip, Josh just staring at me. I kept myself together, these tears would be for my pillow and nowhere else. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat, taking two steps forward. I wouldn't go any closer. It felt wrong as if I was showing off to Josh, parading around claiming that I could walk and dance... when he couldn't. That's why he did want me at the hospital. 

He had kept his promise, he came home. But this isn't the Josh I had known. It's just a full body cast, masquerading as something it's not. His face was hollow, defeated - the Josh I know would put up a fight, decide that this wasn't his fate. He was better than this. 

He extended a hand towards me, pulling me down so he could look at me in his eyes. It was always him bending down to me, I had never imagined that it would be the other way round. Nevertheless, I knelt down, staring into his eyes, looking for something more than glass eyes. 

"I'm okay." 

-.x.-

Josh had immediately sent me out the door, to go become Julia. Any other time I would have been reluctant, begged him to let me stay, but today I couldn't think of anything better than to escape. 

I wanted to step out on that stage, become someone new. Pretend as though my world was not crashing down, the debris killing all those around the crash, including myself. I wanted to forget everything. 

Everything. 

I don't want to be the girl who is dragged down by her ankle, I want to stand strong. I want to be stronger. If not for myself but then for everyone around me, Mum and Dad and Josh and Aaron and Will and everyone in between. 

To be the picture perfect child, something I have never experienced before. Because if I don't I know I will disappoint myself. This is a battle for me to fight, not everyone else. I came to America to find myself again, instead, I found someone else. I dressed up in their clothes and stole their identity. I lost my own. 

Now the time must arrive where I take over that identity, become that person, not just pretend I am. It may take a week, searching for answers dotted around the theatre in plain sight, or it could take the rest of my life, scanning and searching for some sort of answer. But don't be fooled, I will find it, just you watch me. I will stand on the pedestal, raising my fist of 'I made it.' 

Am I the same, or am I not? I don't know. But I'm willing to go to the ends of the earth to find out.