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I cursed underneath my breath as I flung books in the air.

"Don't you know what's wrong with my baby?" I asked. My voice cracked.

The doctor shook his head and stared back at Rebecca. "I think it has to do with her accelerated birth. It may have resulted in temporary muscle paralysis."

"Temporary?" I asked sighing with relief.

"I don't want to give you false hope," he reassured me. "There is no telling when she with regain control of her body." He tended to tell the truth and I'm not sure if I like it.

"So," I stuttered. "She, she might be like this until she's seven or even seventeen?"

The doctor nodded and for the first time broke his unbreakable gaze into my eyes diverting his focus on the ground.

I swallowed hard and collapsed in a chair. That child doesn't deserve this.

I had barely taken notice to Erik's shadow of a presence. His back was turned to us to hide his emotion. His left hand slowly formed into a tight first. His knuckles diverted from red to white. After a few silent moments and heavy breaths his fist came down hard upon the top of a doll house that reached his hip. The action caused me to jump. The miniature furniture within the house shook as well. A scrubby table fell from the top story and broke in two above Erik's foot. With one movement he drove the dollhouse face forward to the ground and swirled out of the room slamming the door behind him. He had spent so much time on making that dollhouse. It was no longer a toy, but a mound of wood.

For days he shut himself within the music room and did nothing but played. Occasionally he would stop, but only for a moment. I would come in to give him food, but didn't dare to step too close.

"He can't stay in there forever. Don't worry he will get over this eventually," Liana told me every day.

I made myself promise I wouldn't give up hope. Each day I would help Rebecca to bend certain joints and made sure to stretch all her muscles. I had heard terrible stories of people who had been in coma and muscles had deteriorated.

I made sure I treated her same as I would if she could move. I rocked her gently as I helped feed her. Her eyelashes fluttered over her now dark green eyes. At first I hadn't thought much of it, but they fluttered almost rhythmically. I found myself wondering what it must be like being her. I wondered how the world appears in her eyes. Was she creating some type of code? I shook my head and pushed the thought from my mind. I had to be truthful to myself.

"Erik, don't you know what today is?" I asked softly. He stopped dead. His fingers were still in the air. His white shirt was deeply stained with sweat. He had abandoned his mask and wig a long time ago.

He had become better since. He started to sleep in our bed with me again, but refused to make love. He had even dined with us last night, but he still played that music that reeked of death. I knew why. Every night I heard it in his sleep. He would toss and turn. Every night he cried Rebecca's name. He woke me with his night mirrors ever night.

"Today Rebecca is half a year old," I muttered rather helplessly. I swallowed tears and held them beneath my face.

Erik slid a hand through the side of his head that bore hair and leaned his elbow on the keyboard. A bundle of notes that were unbelievably flat filled the room and caused me to shiver.

"Erik you have to give her some hope. We have to make the best of our lives." I whimpered.

"What do you want of me?" he asked harshly turning to me. His voice broke. He slid his jaw foreword, but his furry dissolved behind his tears. He stomped to me nearly tripping over the bench.

"Glad now that this is what it costs to give everything to a monster? Do you feel regret? Do you now wish you could have given your virginity to someone more worthy now?" he asked seizing me from underneath my head and around my neck.

"No Erik. You were all I could ever ask for. So is Rebecca. I love her too," I said remaining calm. I knew that deep down he was only grieving.

"What if it weren't for the sex? Would you still take me then?" He asked shaking me.

"Is that even a question?" I yelled. "Don't you understand that even if all I could do was hold you I would do so for eternity?"

Both sides of his face appeared disfigured. The tattered red skin on the right side was nothing compared to his eyes. For one second his gaze was as cold and unfeeling as stone and it weighed down on my heart. I knew that his anger was only his way of showing his sadness. Deep down inside he must be confused. Was it so hard for him to believe that good things could happen to him?

"Daddy!" shouted a high pitched voice.

A look of surprise lit Erik's face as his focus was diverted to something behind me. I turned around curiously to find just what it was that interrupted his intense emotions. Deep inside I knew who's voice uttered those words.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Rebecca shouted in Liana's arms. Her eyes were right on Erik. She didn't smile or lift an arm, but she muttered those words. It was so odd looking at a child that was so petite she appeared newborn and was already saying words. My mouth dropped in shock.

I shot a stern look at Erik as if to blame him for her intelligence. Erik kissed her motionless forehead and said, "That's right Rebecca, Daddy loves you." Tears streaked down his chin. His eyes told of how much his heart ached for her to be normal. I didn't pity her. From that moment on I knew this was no regular child.