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Chapter 4 (Part 1 & 2)

"I knew you were foolish but I didn't realize you were crazy."

He set me back down on the bed and sat down beside me. "We can't do this Casey. No matter how much I might want to. We can‘t go where this is leading."

I pulled on my fingers, trying to stop myself from crying. "I know. But why can't we be friends? Is that against the rules?"

He gave me a crooked smile. "Actually it is. Humans aren't suppose to know about us. If others found out. You'd be killed and so would I."

"Others?"

He nodded. "To reveal myself to a human is a violation of the greatest laws."

"But I wouldn't tell anyone."

"That doesn't matter, you're just cattle, to them." He sighed. "Casey, I'm not sure being friends is a good idea."

I averted my eyes unable to look at him as he said goodbye yet again. "Maybe you're right." I said my voice cracking with every word. How did I get into this? Then something happened. His touched my cheek, his cold skin shocked me making me suck in breath. His hand retreated slightly.

"I forgot you don't like the cold." The tips of his fingers stayed gently on my skin.

I looked up at him and put my hand over his pressing it back to my face. "I don't mind it so much anymore."

He pulled away again, this time retreating to the other side of my room. "I'm sorry. I can't." He went to the door and opened it.

"Will you be back?"

I don't know. I heard in my mind then he closed the door. After a moment I heard the front door shut. It was then that I let myself cry.

"Hey hun.." I heard. "Hey what's wrong did he hurt you?" I looked up at my father whose expression was of anger and fear.

"I'm ok. He didn't hurt me." I'm not the type to think allot about what I do or feel. It was no different then. I knew I wanted to be with him. But I also knew I couldn't be. It wasn't practical, it wasn't even possible. Was it?

(Part 2)

The next week I began my therapy, on my birthday. How wonderful. I was lucky that there was a good therapist only an hour drive from our town. Good medical care wasn't really usually easy to find where the population was so small and the roads so hard to travel especially in the winter.

"Come on." The nurse said holding up my left foot wanting me to push down.

I grunted and tried but there was nothing happening. "I can't!" I shouted finally. I gave up. "This is useless, it's never going to happen."

"Don't say that." My mother said sounding strained. I could hear her doubt.

After numerous attempts we were finally finished. In the car half way home and after thirty minutes of silence my mother finally spoke up. "Cheer up Casey it's your birthday."

Leaning my head on the window watching the landscape speed by I said. "I'm nineteen and cripple. Why should I be happy?"

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself!" My mother snapped surprising me. "Yeah your life isn't all that great but if you would just stop moping and apply yourself maybe it would get better." There were tears building in her eyes.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and realized she was right. "Ok mom. I'll try." I put on a smile even though I didn't feel like it. "I promise."

We pulled into the driveway and I caught a glimpse of something in my mother's eyes. "Mom. Did dad do something? Like maybe a party?" Her lips pulled into a thin line. "Mom." I said again.