Mistakes

AN: I'm also using this one as an original fiction piece, but I wrote it as a fanfic thing. The temperature referred to is Celcius (sorry Americans).

53. Dead End

Today is sunny, with
a predicted high of 21
(nice and legal), but
when have the weathermen
ever been right?

The sidewalks
are boiling (us alive), and people
rush past the courthouse,
wishing for a cloud
to darken their skies.

There are people yelling,
arguing, desperately.
But decision is made.

Pandemonium reigns in the courtroom.

And a girl, not 16,
sits on the corner,
wishing for rain to emulate tears.
She's got nowhere to go,
and no one to go to, besides her father,
who just won his case…

(leaving her sister
six feet under, in a wooden box.

Trapped.)