Tuesday, 11 September 2007
08:19:05 PM (GMT)
I stare out the window of the plane, letting the tears fall freely down my face. I
had held them back all during the visitation and the funeral, but sitting here, on a
plane sometime after midnight, I refuse to hold them in any longer. The
slow-trickling tears soon turn into violent sobs that shake my entire body. No one
pays me any attention though. I lay my head back on the headrest and close my eyes,
willing the memories not to haunt me as they have for the past three days. Ever since
that fateful phone call, my life has been a living hell. The only thing comforting me
at all was the little boy cradled to my chest. He's the only thing keeping me from
going insane. The only thing making me go on with my life. The only thing willing me
to live through this.
The ring of the telephone brings me out of my trance. I slowly make my way into the
kitchen and answer it.
"Yes, is this the Clarkson residence?" A feeling of dread gripped my heart.
"Y-yes." I answer, holding back on the tears I knew were to come.
"I'm sorry to inform you this way, but Mr. and Mrs. Clarkson were in a fatal car
accident earlier this evening." Fatal. The word echoes in my thoughts. My parents are
dead. The realization hit me so hard I had to sit down for fear of fainting. What
about Jacob though? Oh God, please let him be alive. The thought of my nine month old
brother's life ending so early made me shudder. So many things he would never get to
experience. He has to be alright. I have no other family. I can't be left all alone
at seventeen. I just can't.
"W-what about the baby that was with them?" I force myself to ask.
"He's a little shaken up, but otherwise unharmed. He's being kept at the local
hospital in the nursery until someone can come and get him."
"I-I'll be there in about fifteen minutes." I say, barely able to believe that he had
"Thank you miss. Are you Kylie Clarkson?"
"Y-yes." I respond, already shrugging a jacket on over my cotton T'shirt and grabbing
my purse off the countertop.
"And how old are you, Ms. Clarkson?" This puzzles me. But, not in the mood for asking
questions, I answer the man without asking.
"Seventeen, Eighteen in June." I reply.
"Good. Your old enough to fulfill your parents' will. They appointed you legal
guardian of Jacob Clarkson. All you have to do is sign a couple of forms and he will
be your adopted son." Whoa. Adopted son? Still just being happy to have him alive, I
"Okay. Can I fill those out at the hospital?"
"Yes, I'll have your parents' lawyer meet you there."
"Okay, thanks." I hang up and put the phone back on the charger. I make sure the
house keys are in my purse and then walk out the door to my Mustang Convertable in
the driveway. It had been my sixteenth birthday present. I get in and start the
engine, trying to think about my parents. I arrive at the hospital fifteen minutes
later and find my way to the nursery. As soon as I enter the room, I spot my little
brother. He's lying in a basinet, crying his heart out. Can't say I blame him. I walk
over to where a nurse is standing.
"Um...excuse me. I'm here to pick up Jacob Clarkson." She smiles sympathetically at
me and then leads me over to him. The minute he recognizes me, he stretches his arms
out toward me. I send the nurse a questioning look, asking permission to pick him up.
She nods and I lift him out of the basinet and into my arms, cradling him against my
shoulder, rubbing his back soothingly.
"You must be Ms. Clarkson. I'm Peter Penthouse, your parents' lawyer. First off, let
me tell you how sorry I am for you loss." A middle-aged man with thinning black hair
says as he walks over to us. The nurse smiles one last time and then walks off to
soothe a crying newborn. I take the forms and pen he offers me and set Jacob back in
the basinet. He starts crying louder. I sigh and look around for a hard surface so I
can sign the papers. Finally, having found nothing else, I hold the papers against
the walls and sign them. I hand them back to the man and pick Jacob up once more. I
hold onto him tightly as I walk out of the hospital and back to my car, still in a
That was the night my entire life changed. The night my life of perfection came to
an end and reality took over. After the funeral yesterday, I had gone straight home
and started packing my suitcases. Now, sitting here in the dark, I'm no more than an
hour away from him. The only person I know I can trust. The only person I can turn
He's also the reason that we're flying across the country at this ungodly hour. He
had been the first person I had called after coming home that night. He's also the
only person that I know will take care of us. Both of us. Jacob shifts in my arms and
I look down into his innocent face and the tiniest of smiles appears on my face. He
snuggles close to me and finally falls asleep. I lay my head over against the window
and give in to the exhaustion that had been plaguing me all day and drift into a
deep, dreamless sleep.