The Time We Fought For piece 3

Laurie worked the late shift at the diner each night, reluctantly. No suitor would take her from her waitress life, and she was all too aware. Heavily wearing make-up and smiling as big as she could, only her parents would know that the sweatdrops on her brow were a sign of psychological fatigue. She looked at her calendar: March 13, friday.
"Laurie, I need some coffee babe."
"You know it, Honey. You just sit tight and I'll pour ya another cup o' joe."
A grunt. She closed her eyes to remember not to think of how pitiful things were.
A few hours later and a large tip from her 'friend,' Laurie sat down in the unlit diner and cried silently. Her tears caused her mascara to run like the black silk from a funeral dress. She watched her crying reflection in the glass and remembered her ex-husband's funeral. As she wiped the mascara streaks from her face, she looked back to the glass, and saw through. A car hit a motor cycle, and then drove into a telephone pole.
Shocked, Laurie stood up, and looked. Two people were injured in two different vehicles.
She picked up the telephone and dialed 911.
"Accident, 15th and Main"
"ON THE WAY MADAM, HAVE NO WORRIES, SIT TIGHT AND WE'LL FIX IT RIGHT UP HONEY."
She hung up. John must have been on 911 duty again, refusing to not take Acid was John's specialty. She frowned, and walked out to the nearly deserted and nearly peaceful street where the accident was the only late-night eyesore.
Laurie didn't know either of the two. Both looked like they were not breathing. The way their blood surrounded them in splatters seemed to resemble the sillouhettes of wings. A boy on the pavement, a girl sleeping against the wheel. They looked so serene that Laurie was confused as to where the blood had come from. They showed no external injuries. She blinked.
She was standing in the diner, in daylight, and a man was trying to get her attention, as if she were in a daze. She got him a glass of water and then confusedly went in the back room. "Macy, can you cover? I'm not feeling well."
"Yeah."
"Thank you."

She opened her front door, and looked at her calendar. The days that were previously ex'd off were no longer ex'd. She knew that they should be, she had used her industrial red sharpie. There were only ex's up until the 6th of March, friday. She shivered, and suddenly fell to the floor.