• No matter how fast I drove I could never seem to get to the next mile marker. I blamed it on the ice and sleet, just playing tricks on me. As I pulled over to wait out the storm, a gust of wind hit me. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the lights. I zipped up my jacket and ran towards the accident knowing an ambulance would soon be on its way. That truck... it looked so familiar. As I slid down the embankment into the ditch I could see the police officers light. I as I tried to swing the door open it wouldn't move. I could see the person slumped against it. Frantic I tried to flag down the police officer to help me, but he ran right by, like he didn't see me at all. It was cold... so cold. As the ambulance pulled up I went and waited in my truck, hoping for the best for that poor girl. When I saw them pull the body bag out my worst fears had come true. I silently said a prayer as more vehicles arrived. It was my mom, and my dad... I ran out to explain everything but they wouldn't respond. Mom was crying... soon my love arrived, and I ran to hug him, but I stopped when I saw the tears streaming down his face. I looked around me. The truck I had been sitting in was gone, replaced with lights reflected in the snow. I looked down the berm, and that girl... she had my glasses, my clothes. I trembled and fell to the earth. Long after anyone had left I remained, trying to get home. I wave at cars hoping they'll see me, and sometimes they do, and they stop. But I can never make it passed the next mile marker. <br><br>Oh please, wont someone take me home? Its cold out tonight