I began to smell the air. And motioned for a worried Cole to stay put. He nodded and closed the door, as fear overwhelmed his face. I crept into the room where Grit was sitting before we left. He still sat there unmoved. I looked around him and all I saw was glass. I crept up to him, avoiding the shards that littered the floor.

"Grit?" I touched his body causing his head to hit the table. He was unconscious with a large cut on his head as a few stray pieces of glass littered his fur.

"Grit!?" I said a bit more earnestly. He wouldn't wake. I looked him up and down and saw a small needle in his side opposite to the door. I checked for a pulse. He had one. I sighed. I looked around and noticed nothing was missing.

"Why would someone do this? We don't have anything valuable enough to rob? Do we? Maybe Grit got something new? Or maybe I did?" I shook my head. "No the last thing I brought home was..." My eyes went wide as I realized.

"Cole!" I screamed running to where I left him. The door was open and he was gone. I ran outside and saw him being dragged away as he struggled against the force of a german shepherd.

"Skye!" He screamed with terror in his voice. I charged running as fast as I could to the small boy. I lept his small body landing on the german shepherd. Digging my teeth into him. He shook me from his back and flung me to the pavement hard. I tried to get up but I was too weak. The last thing I remember hearing was Cole's voice.

"Skye! Skye!? Mom!" then blackout. I woke up to the night. I felt something nudging at my side to which I turned to.

"You alright there Miss?" It was the store clerk. I shook my head and slowly rose.

"I need- I need to go!" I said quickly trying to walk. My body hurt but Cole needed me and that was more important.

"Thank you!" I said to the middle aged lady before taking off at record speeds toward the house. I crawled under the fence and blood filled my nose. I turned to the tree where I had found Cole and there sat his lifeless body. I ran up to him hoping that he might still have some life left in him. I ran up to him.

"Cole?" His eyes opened painfully.

"My real name is Christopher Nolan." He whispered before the life drained from his eyes. His head fell towards me as his cold stare remained un blinking. I took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. I looked at his small body and saw bones sticking out of his chest, knifes thrust into his legs and arms but nothing life threatening. He had literally bled to death. A slow painfully death to end a short cruel life.

"Hello?" I suddenly heard a female voice say. "Miss? Miss?"

"I'm over here." I cried out. I heard the latch on the gate flick up as the store clerk entered in.

"You mind telling me what's- oh my goodness!" She said rushing over.

"What happened?"

"H-he he was kidnapped." I managed to say. "Can you help me bring him home?" She nodded and lifted his small, torn body into her arms.

"Careful." I said as she began to rise. She gave me a 'I-know-what-I'm-doing' look. I nodded and led the way to my house. I felt a great weight on my shoulders. I felt like this was my fault. Even though deep down I knew it wasn't, my brain wouldn't make that connection. She followed me to the house and opened the door.

"Where would you him?"

"Basement bed." I replied looking at the floor. She nodded and walked through the open door to the basement, and down the stairs. She returned a few moments later with blood covered clothes. She walked past me but then stopped and came back, kneeling in front of me.

"Please remember that this is not your fault." I nodded and looked up at her eyes. She smiled and walked out.

"She seemed nice." I looked up and saw Grit sitting at the table looking out the window. Only he had a bandage around his head and the glass around him was cleaned up.

"How are you feeling?" I asked but not really caring too much and began walking away.

"Skye? Please stay." I nodded and sat up at the table. After a few moments, he spoke.

"Do you know why I sit here each and every day staring out this window?" I was taken back at his question. How was I supposed to know? Was it a rhetorical question? After a few moments he spoke again.

"I sit here to watch the birds, keeping my eyes out for one specific bird. Can you guess it?"

"A robin?" I asked reluctantly. He nodded sadly.

"You killed him. He's dead because of you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get him killed. I thought he might survive the trauma but I guess he didn't. I feel what you feel."

"You have no Idea how I feel! All that's left of my son is a small brick. How will we move on from this as a couple?"

"I don't know! I have no idea where to go from here but don't you dare say I don't know how you feel! I know exactly how you feel! Robin was my son too and I'm the one who had to bury him. And to top things off I just lost the one human I had ever loved. He's gone Grit. He's dead."

"Dead?"

"Yes he's dead! D.E.A.D. Dead, and I don't know how to move on without him." I mourned dropping my head as tears began to fall.

"Did you love him?" I looked up at Grit.

"Of cource I loved him! He was one of the best things that happened to me!"

"That's just how I feel about Robin. He was mine to love. Mine to hold. To protect and to care for. I loved him and you got him killed." I nodded at my mate as tears of his own began to fall.

"What are we even doing? I think Robin was the only thing keeping us together." He looked up at me, thinking about my words. He nodded.

"I loved Robin. I can't help but look at you with darkness clouding my vision. I know deep down I love you but I need time alone." We stared at each other, agreeing with what the other person said.

"I think I'm gonna take that job offer, if it's still available. The one working with those other pups. The Paw Patrol! That's what it was called." Grit nodded.

"Skye, please remember this. If ever lost, this place will be your safe haven. Please promise me you'll remember that?" I nodded. I called the authorities and they told me the day they were gonna bury Cole's small body. The next few days leading up, were pretty robotic. I ate, cried, slept, cried, screamed, cried, broke things, cried. Everything I did, reminded me of Cole. The day of the burial, I woke up early and walked to the cemetery. I sat in darkness slowly watching the sun. I loved this moment of day. The sun. It brought joy and warmth it's there during happy times, and during sad ones. Watching them leave is a moment to remember. But once they set, all that is left is cold. I loved my son. Sooner or later I saw a medium sized machien wheeled up to a hole, carrying a wooden box. They began to lower the box into the hole. As they did, I felt my heart drop lower than the coffin itself. It hit the ground with a soft thud.

"Hey." I heard a voice from behind me.

"Hello Grit. What are you doing here?" The said pup walked up beside me.

"Just making sure my tombstone gets put in the right spot." I looked at him funny as motioned towards a medium sized rock with writing on it. I nodded thankfully before turning back to the black hole that held.

"He will be missed." He said solemnly, as he walked away. I nodded.

"Each and everyday." I watched as they placed the stone at the head of his grave. I read the words and smiled. He was finally at rest. No more pain. No more fear. No more sadness. I turned and left as all guilt left my body. We were finally both at peace.

Here Lies

Christopher (Cole) Nolan

Son of Skyler Jackson

2004-2012

End of Hurt