Chapter 1:

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"Will this even work Dear?" A woman asked holding a baby bottle with a new red coloured formula. The baby isn't yelling just quietly dieing of hunger. Dean seemed conflicted whether to give it to the child or not. After running his fingers through his head he grabbed the bottel and the baby. He sat down in his armrest and gave the dottel to the fragile baby. Her skin was pail with blonde hair that glows red in the morning sun.

Slowly she started sucking on the red formula. Finely she was drinking since the last week but the atmosphere in the room only turned darker.

The blood red formula wasn't for consumption. It was one of the of there owen after all. A human.

But what choice did thay have? This was all that Miriam would drink.

Thay found out that there nabors where canabolls. the police asked the sweet couple next door till thay know what to do with the child. that was weeks ago. Miriam wouldn't drink any other thing then blended human.

Dean looked at the little girl. "This is sick. Her own parents did this to her..." he whispers to himself. His wife stood behind him, holding his arm.
"Maby we can teach her rite. You always wanted a little girl."

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