I see the officers come in and look at the scene, most of them have a disgusted expression on like they're going to throw up on the spot. They try not to focus on the body too much and walk to the door for some fresh air, until some of them notice me. They look at me with sadness and pity in their eyes. They try to talk to me but I'm too focus on Paw to really listen.
'Paw's... dead... hi-his brains exploded right in front of me... what's gonna happen to me now...?' I overthought until I was snapped back into reality. "Excuse me, dear?" An older woman spoke, causing me to instinctively distance myself from her. She's wearing a bright coloured vest and she's looking at me with her pen ready.
"Could you give me your name?" She asked, now looking at a bunch of papers. "E-Elijah... Jones..." I let out, almost out of breath. She writes my name down and then opens her mouth to speak again. "And how old are you Elijah?" She smiles at me. I look away, clearly uncomfortable by her presence. "...sixteen years old." I reply. From the corner of my eye I can see her quickly looking at me with a rather sad expression on. "Do you have any relatives nearby that we can get in contact with?" I think for a second, all my life I've only really interacted with Paw and ma while they were still alive. So I shake my head no and secretly watch as she writes it all down on her papers.
I space out again. This time finding myself sitting inside of a police car. I stay quiet and look at the officer driving through the review mirror, he notices me and reassures that he's taking me back to the station with him. The ride there is quiet except for the sound of his radio going off from time to time.
'The voices sound so distorted, how can they understand anything?' I thought, before slowly going back to daydreaming. 
We arrived at the police station and I was instructed to sit tightly in an office. They told me that they were trying to find any close relatives of mine, and if they did I'd go live with them from this day forward. 
'Do I actually have other relatives? If so, would they even agree to let me live with them? Are they gonna be like Paw? Or ma...?' I cloud my head with so many thoughts and worries that I don't even hear another officer come in.
"Hey there Elijah!" I jump from my seat in surprise. "I've got some news for ya buddy." The old and hairy officer cheers. I nervously grab my hands in an attempt to calm me down from the upcoming news. 
The furry male sits down on his spinning chair, clearing his throat and slowly leaning forward. "It wasn't an easy job son!" He laughs. "Thank the Lord we still had ya mothers blood samples in our records. May she rest in peace." I shrink a little at the mention of my mother. "Thanks to her we were able to find and contact ya older brother! Who would've thought." He leans back, smiling satisfied. 
'Wait... Older brother??' I stare -at nowhere in particular- extremely confused. 'I have an older brother?? Where was he my entire life?'  But I'm forced out of my overwhelming thoughts when the same officer begins to speak again. 
"He lives a bit far so it'll take a couple of hours 'til he arrives." He starts. "And since ya have nowhere to go son, ya'll be spending the night here in the station." I nod my head, still finding it hard to believe that I have an older brother and that he's coming to pick me up.
After slightly taking in the shocking news, a few officers got me some of my belongings from the crime scene -which wasn't a lot- just some clothes and the food that I left in there for the cats around my house. Making my bag smell really bad and fishy. 
They led me to an empty office and provided me with a blanket and a pillow, startling me with how soft it all was. I was used to sleeping on an uncomfortable and thin mattress, covering myself with a nasty and itchy blanket, and not having a pillow to put under my head. So suddenly being able to experience such things made me tear up, but I quickly wiped the silly tears away.
'Boys don't cry.' Echoed in my head, reminding me of the words that Paw and ma always used to say to me.
Trying to forget about it, I put my bag down and lay on the couch. Covering myself with the blanket and slowly trying to fall sleep. While tossing and turning I grab onto my stomach and sigh, realising that I wasn't able to eat anything today either. 
And after gripping onto my belly for what felt like forever, trying to take away that empty hole inside of it, I finally start to drift off...