Jordan

Chapter 2

We managed to get a few things from our house . I got my favorite blanket that I've had since i was a kid . It had been hiden away in the basement along with thousands of mysterious boxes stacked one upon the other .  Anything of my own that wasn't in the basement was burned . I wrapped it around myself and cried silently .

My sister got her laptop , and her sketch book . Mom got her favorite earings that my dad had bought her for their  twentyith annaversiry . Dad only got the clothes on his back  . We are staying with the Harris's until we can find somewhere more perement . My mother won't stop baking and talking obbsessively to Mrs. Harris about how sorry she is .

" I'm so sorry , I wish I could have done more " she scolded herself . It seemed as if my mother was irrevelent to the fact that Mrs. Scott was the one who lost a son .

After I had gotten out of the hospital I went back to the house with my family . It would eventually be fixed up and we could move back in , but I wasn't sure that was a place I could be .

I walked up the steps towards the room that was considered a second home to me  . My heart beat increased as I stopped infront of his door . It was decorated with signs from the top to the bottom of the door . Warning signs like ' Do not enter ' or ' knock at your own risk ' . I slightly smiled as I found the picture I had been looking for .

It was of Alex , the pencil drawing I made hung at the middle of the door , the contrast to the other pictures making it stand out . I remembered Alex fidigiting every five minutes  at i stared at him on his bed . We were studying , or he was and I was talking about my day while secretly drawing him in my sketch book .

Then he found it and smiled , begging me to finish it . So I did , and it's been on his wall ever since . As I gripped the door knob and pushed open the door Alex's scent hit me like an 18 wheeler skidding off the road .I sat the open laptop on the floor . I had been writing out poems on a website called wattpad .

The smell of rain and old shoes might sound like a horrific combination , but it was Alex , and it's like his entire being was still stuck in this room . I took slow , silent steps as I closed the door behind me . His room was dark .

I could see the small can of choclate axe on the corner of his desk . As I laid on his bed I smoothed out the covers . My emotions began swiling with so many colors . Blue's , red's , purple's . The tears started leaking out onto the striped pillow . " Why did you save me ?"

The question I kept asking over and over again since I woke up in the hospital to find my best friend dead . " He loved you " an unfamilliar voice spoke , and I turned to the door . It was the man from the ceremony who was holding a small child in his arms .

" Who are you?" I questioned him as he walked towards me , the sleeping boy in his arms . " Jackson" he replied , and a second later , he sat at the edge of the bed with me . " This is Andy" he paused a momment as if comtemplating something important , the wheels in his head turning.  " He's Alex's son , and I know he never asked you , but he wanted you to be the godmother " I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out . What should i say? " His parents don't know " Jackson said with hesitense .

I wiped my tears before holding out my arms . " Can I hold him?" I asked , an anxious feeling bubbling in my stomach .  He shifted his weight and gently laid him in my arms . The small boy stired in the blanket and I looked over at him .  A huge weight dropped itself onto my chest , and for a second I couldn't believe it . Didn't believe that Alex had a child and wouldn't tell me about it .

" How old is he ?" I said my tone becoming just below an inside voice . I stood  up very slowly afraid I would drop Andy . He had Alex's features , and everything about this small baby reminded me of him . He started to awaken and I rocked him back and forth , and I felt like I was apart of the wind outaside .

 " He's about 6 months old " Jackson finally answered . " Listen , I know your grieving right now , but imagine what it'll be like when Andy grows up . he won't have parents like most kids . "
I whipped my head around to him . I wondered what happened to his mother . " His mothers an alcoholic who left him with me 5 months ago . She's my sister " he admitted as he roamed my thoughts , answering my questions . 

" Oh " was all I managed to say . Andy started crying and I rocked him back and forth while making a " Shh" nosie . As I rock my body back and forth I wonder what it will be like when Andy grows up . How he will explain to people that he doesn't have a mom , and doesn't have a dad . I wonder how he'll grow up with no parents . Will he be rebellious and yell " You're not my mom " or " You're not my dad " ? Most of all I wonder how he'll survive in this cruel and harsh world where all there is to eventually look forward to is death . Andy quiets down , his tiny hand gripping my index finger through the blanket . I gasp as if this child is my own son . I realize that I can't leave this child . This is when I decide that I will  be his godmother .

" So will you be his godmother?" Jackson piped up , his long awaited question finally out in the open air .

I reluctantly handed Andy back to Jackson , and yelped when I almost fell over my sisters laptop that i had fogotten was on the floor .  I quickly cover my mouth , afraid I've woken Andy up . He sleeps peacefully against Jackson chest .

" Stupid laptop " I mutter as I pick it up off the floor . Jackson looks at me with an ammused smile on his face . I set it on the bed as I go to shut it down . The screen and the loading logo came up . ' Shutting down ' it said , and a second later the screen went black .

" I'll be Andys godmother , but there is something I have to do first . " Jackson nodded in understanding . I wouldn't be able to be apart of Andys life until I knew how and why this happened .

Let the investigation begin .