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" 911 , what's your emergency ? "
There was nothing but shaky breathing on the other end of the call .
" Hello ? "
" I'm . . . I need to make a missing persons report . My son – he's . . . I - I've looked everywhere we usually go a - and – "
" Sir , I'm going to need you to breathe . I can't help you if you break down . "
" I — "
There was silence for a moment before a deep breath could be heard .
" I'm sorry , I'm just . . . "
" I understand . I just need you to be calm enough to be able to tell me what I need to know to make the report for you . "
" . . . Alright , ask away . I think I'll be okay . "
" I'm going to need a name , description , and where your son was last seen . "
007n7 was sat on the side of his bed , hunched over his legs with the phone to his ear . He was shaking one of his legs . Nervous habit from anxiety . The call went on , n7 answering any question the best he could . The report was filed shortly after that call .
That call was 4 months ago .
No sign of his son .
He had put up missing posters everywhere , called his school , gathering search parties , everything . Anything he could to try and find him .
The police started to give up on the case .
" I apologize , but there's been no trace of your son since the original report was filed . As careless as this may sound , this is just becoming a waste of resources at this point . "
" I just need a little more time , please ! Please don't give up on him , I'm begging you . "
" You've been saying that for 2 months , sir . There isn't much else we can do . This may be morbid , but if he hasn't been picked up by some other family that took him out of town , than he is . . . Most likely dead . A child his age has a slim to none chance of surviving that long on their own . Not to mention his skin condition , you said he was sensitive to the sun because of it , yes ? "
" . . . I did say that . "
" Exactly . "
" . . . "
" I'm sorry , sir , but I beleive this case is long overdue to be closed . "
" . . . "
" . . . Have a good night , sir . "
With that , the officer was gone . N7 was left alone in a house that had lost its spark months ago . His son was his whole world . He was lost . N7 would stare blankly at the front door for a while , eyes dark .
It was hard for him during this search . The hope of finding him is what kept him going . But now , he had none . His only sense of purpose was gone . He couldn't go back to his old ways . He knew his heart wouldn't be in it . It wouldn't fill the hole in his chest .
He had nothing .
He had no one .
He was alone again .
He made his way to his bedroom , closing the door behind him . His eyes fell onto his nightstand , going over to open the drawer , hesitating before he did so .
There was nothing for him here anymore .
He pulled out a photo of one of the earliest photos of him and his son , staring at it for a good minute before he felt the hot tears running down his face .
He grabbed the pistol out of the drawer .
It was loaded .
He pressed the tip of it to his temple , holding the photo to his chest as he closed his eyes .
" I'm sorry I couldn't be better for you . "
And he , like his son , was gone .