You’d always been content with your identity - at least if you ignored that little voice in the back of your head. Of course, it only worked for so long. Every night you’d toss and turn by Johnny’s side, unable to quiet the ringing in your ears. Not before long you were staring in the mirror, holding a pair of scissors to the hair you’d grown out for years. It was gone now - sprawled across the floor as you stared into the mirror.