the wound never really heals.... (open)

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    William Anderson recalled the whole scene like it occoured two seconds ago as he sat in a court room in front of a jury. He had been drinking, of course, under age drinking, as he was only sixteen, and driving. His girlfriend, Jessica, was inside the car with him. He looked away for a split second because Jessica told him to look at the sunset, and time seemed to slow down. But then, it happened. A semi, coming toward them at 60 miles an hour, hit them head on. Jessica went through the windshield, and Will's body rocketed through the driver's window, and he hit the pavement. He lost consciousness for hours.


    When he woke up, he was being hauled into a ambulance. It was day. He had been sitting on the pavement, half dead for over twelve hours and no one had bothered to help him. As they closed the doors to the ambulance, he caught a glimpse of his face. It was cut up. Glass was stuck in his face, and his lip had swollen so much that he couldn't talk without sounding like a monster. He asked the peremedic. "Whuurs Jussca?" The paramedic looked at him with sad eyes and said, "She's dead." But before it could register, he lost consciousness again.


    When he woke, he was in a small hospital room, with his face bandaged. "Hello?!" he yelled. No one answered. Then, the door opened. A doctor and a man in a suit came in. "Mister William Anderson I presume?" the man in the suit asked. Will nodded. "I'm afraid you are being sued. You were underage drinking, and you hit a semi head on. Your girlfriend, Jessica Ann Hovelt, is dead. She was killed instantly when the collision happened. Her parents are sueing you for 18 million dollars, and they're charging you for manslaughter." The man said gravely.



    Will recalled the incident to the jury of the court. After, they took a brief recess. They decided on Will's fate. When they decided, they notified him.



    "You, William Conrad Anderson, are being charged for manslaughter, and are to serve 5 years in prison."




    Two years had passed since he had gotten out. He moved to Seattle, and started a new life. He slowly walked down the streets to a coffee shop, and sat at a table with his macbook. He began typing.

    Claire stood at the counter, her arm's corssed and she smiled at the little old man, who was telling her a story.
    The guy had been in there every day since she started work there three months ago, same time, new story. She had always been fond of people, that's why she moved out of the little run down town in Texas, to somewhere more populated. She liked people, and in a town with a population of one hundred and fifty-seven, she felt she needed more.
    "And so I cought that sucker!"The man said, smiling in pride.
    "That's a real nice story,"Claire said, giving him a warm smile."Might be one of the best you've tols me so far."She said and turned around, switching the pot's.
    The man laughed."You know Ms. Jones, your a real nice gal. I'm surprised you ain't got a ring on that finger!"He said, giving her a wide smile that proved he lacked most of his teeth.
    "W#ell,"Claire said, picking up a pot and a paper,"I only turned twenty-two four months ago. Plenty of time to meet Mr. Right."She said and laughed.
    "Aw come on,"He said, doin a little air swipe,"You've got curly blonde hair, blue eyes; in my day and age, you would be a model! Natural beauty!"
    Claire shook her head, her cheeks a pale pink from the laughter."Well thank you, but apparently men have more of an interest in the painted on beauty now a day's, but I don't mind."
    "Well, I gotta go now. See you tomorrow."He said and stood, setting down a ten dollar bill and walking out.
    Claire smiled. His coffee only costed one fifty, giving her an eight fifty tip. She set the money on the far side of the counter, walking over to a table that had a little old couple and smiled as she refilled their cups.

    Will stopped typing as the girl and the old man had their conversation. When the old man gave her the money, he looked back at his computer and continued typing.

    Samantha


    Samantha was walking down the sidewalk with her hands in her pockets trying to avoid the young man who was pursuing her. She entered the coffee shop and sat down next to William and looked at him. "Hello. Um. If you don't mind, could you pretend to know me?" She asked looking over her shoulder nervously

    Claire sighed, glancing around. The shop wasn't all that busy today, so she didn't have much to do other then make sure everyone was content. She walked over to a woman and a guy who was typing on something that looked...Futuristic. Although for all she knew it was modern, since the most high tech thing they had in her home town was a big computer.
    "Howdy y'all need anything?"She asked, smiling.

    "Uh, okay." Will said, raising an eyebrow. He closed his computer and pretended to laugh. "Your so funny Angelina!" he said, even though he didn't know her name. "You know, you and I should hang out more often! I got a mixtape in my car, we should listen to it sometime." he said, smiling fakely.

    Samantha laughed. "Sounds good. What kind of Mixtape is it?" She asked looking out of the corner of her eye and noticed the man standing there scowling and stalked away. Samantha sighed with relief when he left. "Thanks a lot sir. I thought I was toast." She replied smiling brightly. "I really don't like him."

    Samantha sighed. "Someone I don't want to run into again. He's my ex-boyfriend. he was harrassing me. I don't doubt next time he'll try something else." She replied with a small sigh. "Thanks for helping me. I'm Samantha." She replied holding out her hand for him to shake


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    "Sure thing."Claire said and walked to the counter. With much practice and quick hands, she made two hot chocolates. She heard someone ask for a refill and sighed. She held one cup of hot chocolate on it's small tea plate, stting the other on her lower arm and grabbing the coffee pot in her other. She refilled the cup, setting one hot chocolate down then switching the pot to her now free hand and setting the other cup and plate down."That all?"


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    "Yes, thank you." Will said. "Why don't you pull up a chair. You look like you had a hard day." he said to Claire. He shook Samantha's hand, and smiled. "I'm will." he said.

    Samantha smiled. "Nice to meet you Will. And thanks Claire." She replied reading her name tag.

    Samantha smiled. "So how long have you worked here?" She asked

    Samantha frowned. "I don't watch the news either. Why do you think I would run away screaming from you?" She asked curiously. "You don't seem like the mean type of guy."