Frozen Solid

Standing out in the frigid cold, head slightly tilted looking for a red car. Body shaken and frozen from the night air, and doubt settling in my chest. I breath a sigh seeing my breathe turned icy cold. I turned to my left and watched adults and children walk by. I wait outside can't think at all. I wait for the car to pick up the note for the doctors. It's 9:00 p.m. and the wind seemed to blow a little harder, sending me to take steps back. I look down at the ground trying to see how well I could spot some sort of insect in this cold. Than I hear a car zoom down the street, and my heart drops. It's not the red car but a car I knew all to well. It carried my three sources of life. My heart gave way to such betrayal as I watch the car carefully drop off each individual. It was not fair, that here I stood on broken ground, while they were comfortable listening to probably alternative music. I was in the freezing cold, with no hope, no light, and no one in sight and there they were all smiling and laughing because of their "swell" time. They mocked me and broke me, and did not care to think that I have no more time. I finally see the red car tears filling the brim of my eyes, gave my dad the note to the doctors and walked back inside only feeling more of a person who couldn't be identified. No I don't have an identity but I do know who loves me and who could care less about me. I shall not tremble in fear but only tremble from the cold, for I waited for my three sources of life as they drove past me with their laughter.