It’s raining hard when she finds him. A baby, abandoned by his family, just laying there in the garbage bin. She shouldn’t have taken him, she didn’t have a steady income, barely had a home. But he was just so damn helpless laying there in a garbage bin. Practically newborn, probably not a week old. The poor thing would die that night if she didn’t help him. So she decided. I will get a job and my own home she thinks. And I’ll raise him as my own. So she picks him up and looks him over once again. He had a soft, warm, black baby blanket wrapped around his small body. His eyes open and stare up at her. She gasps softly. His eyes are a shocking blue, like ice. She wonders why he isn’t crying, and if there’s something wrong with him. She hears crinkling as she shifts him in her arms, sort of like…paper? Well, maybe your parents were decent enough to leave a letter with you she thinks. “Well, let’s get you out of the cold.” the woman says, walking home with the child in her arms.
They come to a run down looking house that has music blasting. The woman walks in and immediately gets interrogated by a man. He is slightly chubby with tattoos on his arms.
“What the hell took you so long?” the man demands.
“Language!” the woman answers, shielding the baby’s ears from the offending words.
“What’s that?! Why did you bring a baby here?! We don’t have no money!” the man yells.
“Calm down! He was in a garbage bin, I couldn’t just leave him there to die!” she hissed.
“You and him can go on the pull out couch in the basement. Carrie, you are lucky I don’t throw you out now you good for nothing whore! As far as I’m concerned, we’re through!” He hisses back at her, taking her stuff from the room down the hall and throwing it out in the hall.
“I wonder what I’m going to feed you. You don’t look very hungry though. We don’t have any baby formula, so I guess you’ll just have to wait ‘til morning little one.” Carrie tells him. She had just given him a warm bath and put a cloth on him as a diaper. She had wrapped him in the black blanket, which did contain a letter and, interesting enough, a black iris. She was too tired to read it, so she set it on the table beside the couches and laid down beside the child.
Throughout the night, the baby never woke once. Or if it did it didn’t make any noise. Carrie wakes up and she changes the baby’s ‘diaper’ and goes to take a shower. When she gets back to the small room, she smiles at the baby who’s staring up at her with big blue eyes.
“You’re a strange little baby, you know that.” the baby blinks. “Let’s get you some food.” Carrie says, wrapping the little one in it’s baby blanket and heading out the door. Carrie gets a lot of the formula because it’s on sale, and heads back home. The man who harassed her yesterday was gone, presumably to work, so she put the formula in the fridge near the pull out couch and walked around the house. After she tried to feed the boy. The strangest thing happened, though. The baby refused to eat. He turned his head this way and that way, and actually started crying at one point. So she stopped trying and put some of the new clothes she bought him on. She also bought diapers.
Over the next week she finally gets him to drink the formula, but it seems like he was just losing weight, like he isn’t getting any nutrients out of his food. And he started crying. He would cry bloody murder frequently, and more so when she tries feeding him. The man would hit her and try to get her to get the baby to stop, but she couldn’t. So she takes him to a doctor.
“Oh my god! What have you been doing to this baby?!” Dr Taylor yelped, shocked.
“Nothing bad!” Carrie countered defensively.
“It’s two weeks old and extremely malnourished! Did you even have any prenatal care?” Dr Taylor asks suspiciously.
“No, it’s not my baby. I found it in a dumpster fighting for its life, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t question my care. The baby wouldn’t eat for the first two days and when I got it to start it always cries when I’m feeding it. Now it doesn’t look like it’s getting anything from the formula I bought, so I came
here.” Carrie explained.
“Did you bring a sample of the formula you’re giving him?” Dr Taylor asks. Carrie nods and takes out one can of the formula.
“Well I don’t see anything wrong with the formula, so I’m going to have to take a blood sample. Would that be okay?” Dr Taylor asks Carrie. Carrie says yes and the doctor brings the baby to the bed. She takes a blood sample, and Carrie says, “Oh so now you don’t cry.” to the silent baby with a smile. She was happy things were finally going to get worked out.
The child kept getting worse as the days went by. Finally she got a call from Dr Taylor.
“Look, I don’t know what the hell your playing at, but if I don’t see this kid improve within the next week, I’m calling C.A.S!” The doctor threatened and then hung up. Carrie sighs and thinks but I don’t know what’s wrong.
When she lays down with the baby that night, she sees something black. The letter she mentally gasps. She slides the envelope from the table and turns on a lamp. The baby looks at her with those big blue eyes and she smiles.
“This is from your parents. I think.” Carrie tells the baby and turns back to the letter. The envelope is black and there is a red seal on it that has an image of an iris. What is with these people and iris’? Carrie slowly peels the seal up and opens the envelope. She takes out a letter that is written in black ink on a blood red paper.
Who talks like that, honestly? Carrie thinks to herself
Yes! Carrie thinks to herself.
Turner Scott
Carrie picked up the envelope once again and looks inside. There is a small piece of paper and a ring with a gold band and had a large blue sapphire. On the paper there was a phone number and a PS note. It explained that when Joshua turned 17, the band and the stone would change. The band would be silver and the stone would be onyx. Carrie sighed. “Well, do I believe these people or no?”
