A/N: I do not own The Boy in the Striped Pajamas.

Hi everyone! Here is my first one-shot. It's probably not good, but I just wanted to post it on here and see what you guys think.

Enjoy!

He sat unblinkingly as he sat at his office desk. It was quiet there now, now that his wife and his daughter Gretel had moved back to Berlin. After the incident that drove him to practically madness. The day his son, his boy, Bruno went missing. When his wife had announced that Bruno had gone missing, he could only think of one place he could be. He had searched up and down through the woods but then came to the fence of Auschwitz. He ran along the edge of the fence pleadingly, hoping to catch the sight of his son and for him to be safe again. Instead, he saw a pile of clothing that Bruno had wore that day sitting besides a rock. His heart clenched in his chest and he began to panic more than he though was possible. Where was he? That was the only thing that was going through his head, a mile a minute. He bent down to pick up the nine year old boys clothes when his suit got hooked up in the fence. He pulled it out, leaving a nice sized hole in his sleeve. But, right now he couldn't care less. It was the least worry on his mind. When he ripped his sleeve out of the fence he noticed wire sticking out towards him on the bottom, touching the ground. He pushed on it and it came up with ease. Why hadn't anyone noticed yet? Every morning he made many soldiers go out and check the perimeter. Making sure there was no loose fencing that anyone could escape out through. So, how could they not notice this?

Then, fear gripped his mind. Could Bruno have crawled under that fence? Could he have snuck into the camp? He remembers that that day there had been a report of the count of uniforms going down and not as many people working as they were suppose to do. Lieutenant Kotler had told him that the day that the Fury had come to dinner, he had caught Bruno talking to one of those filthy Jews. He didn't saw his name, but it must have been a child his son had been talking to, because Kotler had called him a little piece of shit. Could the child have been responsible of Bruno's absence? His heart stopped beating in his chest when he remembered that they had the gas chambers planned to get rid of all the Jews that day. He fell to his knees as he realized the horrific, but certain truth.

He had killed his own son.

If he hadn't accepted the promotion the führer had given him, then Bruno would still be safe and sound. His wife was right after all.

He was a murderer.

His mother was right, also. Why, she should be ashamed of him.

Why? Because he had killed his own son and it was his entire fault.

He now regrets leaving Berlin to come here, it was a death trap. This place was no place for a child. It wasn't a place for an adult either. But, he just couldn't grasp the fact that the child he had cared for, for nine years was gone and never coming back. But, there was one thing that he would always carry on his back, everywhere he goes, until he dies.

That he had killed his own son.