A few months ago she had been fine. Attending school, hanging out, texting all night. Now everything was different. She missed hanging out with her friends every weekend and going to the beach but what she really missed was dancing. Charlie loved to dance, it was her passion, her life. She used to dance 20 hours a week, six days a week. Jazz, ballet, tap, hip hop, everything she could. She danced when she was happy, when she was sad, when she was nervous or excited. It was her life. But now she couldn't.

Kate sighed and turned away from the window. She picked up the novel she was reading and tried to concentrate on a few lines before throwing the book down and went back to the window.

She looked out again and saw children playing in the neighboring yard. Jealous of their freedom, Charlie turned around and collapsed on the bed.

She hadn't been outside in weeks. Mostly because her mom not wanting her to get to tiered or undo the good work of the medicine. Also because she could no longer stand the looks of the passers by have her.

Every stranger she saw mocking her, in her friends she saw pity, in children she saw confusion. She was jealous of them all. Jealous of their healthy blood. This made her mad. She wanted someone to look her in the eyes without staring away.

It was something she would do so see what they would do. Every time she went to the hospital for checkups she would stare at people and see who could stare back the longest. She always won. They're embarrassed, she thought. "Why" she said to herself. She didn't want to be mad, but she couldn't help it. It was better to be mad then bursting into tears every five minutes.

Yeah, this way she only burst into tears every ten minutes. She laughed at her own joke before picking up her discarded novel and turning again to the marked page.