Joined: 10 May 2007
I guess I'll go ahead and post this....tell me if u guys like it or not...
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
"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 been
"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 agree.
"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 daze.
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 to.