Disclaimer: I don't own The Paranorman. I don't own the picture (cover). Or the song.
(qwertuno and SilentReadersMatter)
(The OCS in this belongs to me.)
(Hope you enjoy.)
She is born a different child.
She's born a unique sense. There's something in the darkness lurking next to the woman laying in the bed holding the little baby pushed.
"Is she supposed to like this?"
The grip on the baby tightened. Fingers digging into the skin causing a bursting cry out of the little one just born that day.
"Shut up!"
The baby blankly blinked.
Once.
"What?"
Twice.
"Doctor, should we take her to the room?"
Thrice.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT?"
It stared in as if somehow understanding the emotions the mother exhibited are justified upon their wake in the little girl who just stared.
"Why is she blank? Isn't she supposed to cry?"
"Sir, some babies react differently."
It's not staring at the mother.
"Do you want the adoption to go forward?"
"No. We've decided to keep her."
It's eyes tracked the shadows skulking in the darkness. A shape sneaking into people's ole shadows to be closer and closer. Watching the baby and keeping eye contact.
"Will my wife be alright?"
"Blood loss, but otherwise okay. Just check back in a few days if anything is off. We're not sure just yet if she's one hundred percent better. Better safe than sorry, right?"
"..Right."
It snuck to the mother's shadow. Eyes blanking, the mother is no longer herself. Eyes colouring red, the shadow moves as a puppeteer guiding the hand smoothing through the young one's hair.
"When can we go home?"
"I'm a few minutes we need you to sign a few discharge papers for your wife. She's a bit tired and she wanted you to do it."
"Okay. Thanks."
The baby cooed, reaching its hands to feel. Or grasping into the other hand and the entity recoiling as if burned by the acid touch. Lips quivered sadly at the loss of wonder.
"Isn't your child beautiful?"
"Our child."
"She's not my child. I merely let her in our life."
"Your cruel."
The shadows guides the hands once more. Carding the mother's nails soothing through the baby's hair and she calmed at this new thing, new sight.
What is your name, Child?
The mother's lips moved, but no is heard. The shadow spoke wonton it's mind to the just born child titling it's head in curiosity. It didn't understand a word said and wouldn't until later.
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