My Complicated Life

Chapter 13

 Jason's mom was up all night calling everyone she could to see if they had seen him. Tears rushed down her face, for she feared he was gone. No one knew where he was, or atleast the people who answered their phone at four in the morning. 

I layed on the couch because I felt like it would be rude to leave his mom up in the kitchen calling people while I slept in my bed. The police arrived at the house soon after she started calling people. A police man knocked on the door and since Jason's mom couldn't hear the doorbell over the phone, I answered it.

"Hello, did someone here dial nine-one-one?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. She's in the kitchen," I said as I opened the door wider for him to come in. 

 Jason's mom got off of the phone and came rushing over to the man. She was still in her pajamas and I think her hair had gotten messier since she got up.

"Hi, sorry to call so early in the morning," she said.

"No its fine, it is our job after all. So you said on the phone that your son went missing?" he said.

"Yes. Actually Callie was the one who discovered he was missing," she said. 

 I perked up when I heard my name and realized they wanted me to talk.

"Oh, uh, well I woke up to go use the bathroom and when I was walking back to my room I realized that the front door was open. I went down to tell Jason, but then I realized he wasn't in his room so I check the rest of the house and still couldn't find him. When I went to shut the door, I decided to see if his car was still on the driveway, and it wasn't. Then I woke her up," I said, pointing to Jason's mom on the last part.

"Okay, so what kind of car does he drive?"

"A white pickup truck. I have the liscense plate number and what not," Jason's mom said, motioning for the police man to follow her.

I followed them down the hall to Jason's mom's bedroom. She opened up a drawer and handed the police the papers. 

"Do you have a picture of your son?" he asked.

"Yes."

She moved to another drawer and pulled out a couple pictures. When she saw the pictures, her eyes began to fill with tears again. She looked at the pictures for a good minute or so before handing them to the police man.

"And these are fairly recent?" he questioned.

"Yes they were both taken within the past year."

"So did he seem upset last night or in the past week or so?"

Before I had a chance to say something about last night, Jason's mom spoke.

"Well he's been going to this phsycologist lately, which he hasn't been happy about. He also was angry last night about having to spend Christmas break with his uncle. I just don't think he would run away because of those things."

He began to write stuff down when I finally decide to add something.

"Wait. Actually last night he came into my room to apologize for something, which isn't relevent, but then he got really upset over some stuff and was crying and talking about how he was done and stuff," I said.

"Why didn't you tell me this?" Jason's mom asked me, almost angry that I hadn't.

"I didn't think I needed to."

"Wait what do you mean by he said he was done?" the police man asked.

"Well last year he tried to kill himself, but I'm pretty sure I talked him out of trying that again," I said.