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Chapter 7 - In Halls of Silence

There was nothing to be done now...

Alone in his house, he simply cried. Days had passed, then weeks, then a month. Walking the same silent empty hallways of his home over and over again just felt like he was lost. Nobody was there to walk with him. Nobody was there for him to find. Not another soul. Just he, and he alone.

He had missed the mischievous giggles from behind himself as he'd stomp around pretending to be a big silly giant, searching for his next tickle victim. He had missed the doodles on the walls, after hours of cleaning, finding them again in another room; little scribbles made with crayon. He had missed the long, sleepless nights, humming while standing in the window, gazing out at the stars with a sweet bundle in his arms.

But there was nothing he could do now. There was nothing he could have done then.

Looking to his side, he could see the warm glow of day shining through the fibers of his curtains. After a moment, he silently walked over, pulling the curtains away softly with the tips of his clawed fingers. He winced at the sudden wave of light that washed over him and flooded the room so gently with it's welcome. The warm rays on his stone skin reminded him that there was indeed, an outside world. It had been so long since he had been out, or since he had spoken to anyone else. He hadn't been in the mood to talk to anyone. Not anyone at all. So he didn't. He stayed with only himself. Just he, and he alone.

His reflection in the glass looked just as tired and broken as he. Emerald eyes shimmering in the light, yet dull with sorrow, fluffy brown hair somewhat unkempt and messy, pale sandstone skin; actual sandstone skin, carved and painted with elegant designs. He was just in some casual around-the-house clothing, a loose white shirt, and dark shorts.

Stepping away from the window, he let the curtains fall back into place, showing the room once more, then headed downstairs to the kitchen.

The kitchen was dark, so he flicked on the lights, the echo of the switch filling the silent space momentarily. He walked past the counter, sliding his hand across and grabbing his phone that he had left there before. He clicked it on, opening and reaching into a cabinet at the same time.

He sighed, disappointed that his screen displayed no messages, only the current time.

Flipping his phone over, he placed it back down on the counter. Hand in the cabinet, he pushed aside a container of baby star puff snacks and a box of baby cereal, then reached behind the two for some regular cereal, just some Cheerios.

Grabbing a bowl and spoon, as well as some milk from a half empty carton from the fridge, he made himself a quick bowl to snack on. It wasn't much, but that was the first food he'd had in days, so it was something. He sat alone at the dinner table, quietly eating whilst still having to suffer the silence that was his home. It made him feel empty inside, that lonely house he called home. Just he, and he alone.

The house itself was beautiful, as were many of the other riches he had owned. He had designed and renovated the house all, himself. It was quite large; wide open spaces that looked so very elegant just in and of themselves. Stone tile engravings on the walls, carpeting made with rich colors and elegant designs, gemstone and crystal decorations perched neatly on shelves, a beautiful golden chandelier, as well as other golden design elements themed around the white and beige theme, almost looking egyptian if you looked at it all the right way.

But that's not what he wanted. He didn't care too much for his riches and home, he just wanted back what he had lost. The only thing he could truly give all his heart to. Something he no longer had. Now it was just him. Just he, and he alone.

He finished but half his cereal, pushing the rest away and putting his head down, staring into the nothing that was his home. He sighed, closing his eyes as he rested his head in his arms.

bzzt bzzt

His phone buzzed with a message. He perked up at it almost immediately to go and check it.

"Hey, call me" it read.

And so he did. He called his friend Sam. A close buddy of his from college. They had met as roommates and both loved the idea of design. Though Sam eventually decided he wanted instead to look into law enforcement. So that's where he was today.

The call picked up.

"Sam! Sam please tell me you found something out abo-" he immediately said into the phone, but was cut off.

"Hey, hey, calm down. We did find something, yes. But I'm gonna have to talk to you about it in person."

"Why didn't you say so!? When can I come? I can leave right this second if you-"

"Foolish..."

"Y-yeah?"

"Calm."

Foolish, as Sam had called him, took a shaky breath in his sudden excitement, and attempted to calm himself.

"I need you to come over to the police station tomorrow morning. Jack is gonna be there too."

"A-alright..."

"Hang tight bud. We'll figure this out soon enough."

"You promise...?"

There was a moment of silence from each end.

"I can't promise... but we're trying our best Foolish."

He sighed in disappointment at Sam's words, slumping back in his chair.

"Alright... I'll see you tomorrow then I suppose."

"Take care. And stay safe."

"I will, Cya Sam."

"Bye."

Sam hung up the phone shortly after, leaving Foolish to the silence once more; that dreadful silence he had come to despise. He leaned his head back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling with another sigh. He could only hope that things would go well. He could only wish that he'd get back what he had lost.

He stood, leaving his phone at the diner table, and headed back up the staircase

As he walked the silent halls, he gently dragged his hands against the cold walls, eventually stopping in front of one of the many doors.

The door was white, like the others, but this one was painted with cute designs of little bubbles and a shark. Hanging from the door was also a little baby blue sign, painted with two handprints; a large one in green, and a tiny one just beside it in dark blue. "Junior," was written in white paint on the little sign.

Foolish opened the door to a cozy looking nursery room, ocean themed with soft blues, greys, and white. A little white crib sat in the corner of the room, next to it stood a small shelf, decorated with various toys such as plushies, block puzzles, and softie books. To the other side, there was a cushioned chair, a blanket laying over top the back of it and a shark plush in the seat. Another shelf stood at the other end of the room, filled with other items, baby formula, some clean bottles, baby wipes; more towards the bottom, soft blankets and towels folded neatly together. The curtains were closed like the rest of the house, and had sweet silky gold designs of little sea creatures. The back wall was painted in a soft blue, and there was a fluffy carpet in the middle of the room to match.

He slowly walked through the room, stopping and standing at the crib, putting his clawed hands gently over the rim and sliding it softly against the wood. He looked down into the crumpled sheets and smiled softly, tears forming in his emerald eyes.

Stepping back from the crib he closed his eyes and fell to his knees, leaning his softly against the side of the crib as he now let tears stream down his cheeks. Yet he smiled as he cried. He smiled in pain of memory. In pain of lost love.

But there was nobody there to hear it. He was alone. An empty home. An empty crib. Just he, and He alone.