The phone kept ringing off the hook as Adam laid in his bed. So far no one had come to the apartment to complain of the never ending noise that was stabbing Adam over and over again in the darkness of his bedroom. Hating himself he turned over and put his hands over his ears to muffle the noise that was coming from the living room. It then dawned on him he made…that thing out there in this very bed. Feeling sick he turned over. He knew he would have to wait before ditching the kid, most likely it was too soon and someone might call the cops.

How could he take this any longer…it had only been a few hours.

Remembering nearly a year ago and hearing from that tape recorder about doing something about dying, yet again he wished he had. Then he wouldn't of been in this mess. Really what had he done so far? He had health problems, was depressed, had no one in his life, knocked up some whore, and was stuck up the kid.

Nice life so far.

Finally he opened his night stand and took another handful of pills before passing out.

Early the next morning he woke up with the urge to puke, shooting out of bed he threw up pretty much anything that had stayed with his stomach for the last forty-eight hours. Feeling achy and out of sorts he shuffled to the living room and looked down.

He froze.

The baby laid on the carpet, tangled in it's blankets with what looked like throw up and mess from her diaper smeared all over her. The smell almost made him want to gag. Taking a step closer the baby gave a frail cry before Adam rolled his eyes and walked into the other room.

Maybe it would die?

Thinking about cracking open a bottle of beer, he looked back into the living room and slowly walked back in and opened the bag that the nurse had given him. The cheap bastards had only given him a few things. Walking back to the baby he picked it slowly up, nearly dropping it again and getting some of the mess on his jeans. Cursing it he held it away and brought the baby, who was in a half daze to the sink.

Filling it up with ice cold water, he dipped the baby in and out and threw out everything she had on around her. Still dripping wet he used an old towel from his bathroom and wrapped her up before setting her on the kitchen table.

He couldn't do this.

Standing near the sink he began to cry.

Just then he heard the baby choke something up. Looking around he sighed and knew he needed to get rid of her today. Slowly walking back towards her he picked her up with the towel and stared down at her.

She was a mess.

Adam began to cry softly to himself, wishing himself and the baby dead.

"Larry why didn't you kill me!"

He screamed out loud, the baby starting to slowly cry. He then knew another night of this he would find the baby dead. Crying he held the baby before there was a knock on the door. Pausing at first he thought of not answering it.

Then he held the baby closer and opened the door.

It was Mrs. Sawyer, an older women who seemed friendly enough and back a while ago Adam used to fix her sink whenever it gave her trouble. Today she looked concerned.

"Adam…what is that noise?"

Adam didn't know what to say, he stood there with the baby in his arms before she pushed him aside and took a look at the apartment.

"This place smells awful…what have you been doing in here?"

Adam then felt ashamed, he let his newborn roll around on the floor as he zoned out on drugs in the next room. As much as he hated her mother he knew killing the baby wouldn't solve anything.

"Oh dear what is that!"

She went over to Adam and looked down at the baby.

"Adam who is this?"

Adam paused as Mrs. Sawyer all ready began to fuss over her.

"Laddy…she's my daughter."

She looked up half in shocked.

"Adam she's a newborn…I didn't know you had a daughter."

Adam slowly nodded.

"It's a long story…"

Mrs. Sawyer gave him a warm look in the eyes.

"Then let's get this baby some blankets and you can tell me."

Adam nodded before looking down at the baby

Laddy…he didn't know why that name stuck out, in fact he was looking at the baby more as a thing the last three days.

Slowly shaking his head tears dripped down his eyes.

"I need your help Mrs. Sawyer…"