Morgan Fay Smith

[dobie]

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Gender: Female
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Grade: Senior
Former School: Hillard
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Emo
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There was once an -almost- happy couple by the name of Mrs. and Mr. Smith. They once had a child. Her name was Morgan. They didn't want Morgan, they couldn't afford an abortion. Morgan was an accident. An unwanted accident. Of course, this isn't that rare with couples. Morgan's dad left her mom when they found out she was pregnant.
Helen, Morgan's mom, soon married another guy. They were happy as two could be. Helen did what a pregnant mother soon to be could do. John went to work, paid the bills. But sadly, when Morgan was merely three years old, he died in a car wreck. Morgan and her mother grieved greatly. But, eventually they had to move on. Morgan doesn't remember John much, just little things, but could you remember a lot from when you were three years old?
Two years later, Morgan was five years old. She got another father. He completely ignored her. Morgan was abused, not physically, but mentally. And a five year old needs attention. It hurt the toddler to be completely ignored of this 'father figure' of her's. When Morgan was seven, her parents got in a fight her father was drunk. That same night, he packed his bags and left, ignoring Helen's pleads asking him not to.
It was a year later, making Morgan eight, that Helen was a money broke slut. She was selling her own body to get the money she 'needed.' Which, in reality, she blew it on drugs. Morgan never understood this at the time, but she never questioned her. But, eventually, Helen decided she wasn't making enough. So, She did the unthinkable. She literally sold Morgan's body.
One horrid night, three men came into their house. Morgan confused, watched as she stood by her mother's side. One guy was speaking to Helen, while two of them were staring at her as if they were starving creatures, and she were prey. She looked up, bewildered, as she was being gestured at by the man speaking. She watched as he handed her mother a handful of cash.
Morgan turned to her mom, her mouth open, a question on her tongue, but Helen gripped her wrist and pulled her out of the room. Morgan asked her mother what they wanted, getting snapped at and her question ignored. Morgan, completely confused, stayed silent, not wanting to anger Helen further. She was thrown in a spare bedroom, her mom shutting the door with a slam behind her. She flinched as the sound echoed.
Morgan stood there silently, wondering what she was supposed to do in here. She turned around as the door opened with a snap. But, to her alarm, instead of Helen there, the three men were leering, blocking the door way. Before Morgan could react, they drunk men ripped off her clothes. Morgan screamed her protest, but the three drunken men did what they payed for and left quickly.
Many different nights, different men came in and did their pleasures to her, quickly leaving after wards. Morgan had no way to stop them. When she asked her mother, she got beaten, as if she wasn't beaten enough. Morgan soon stopped fighting, and complaining. She told no one what happened. She's had nightmares of these things every since she was nine.
These actions went on until Morgan was twelve- finding out about pregnancy. She refused to do it anymore. Helen, of course, ignored her daughter's threats, but still let men do what they pleased. But one night, Morgan pulled a knife out on them, cutting them when they tried to touch her. They left, but Helen came in the room, raging. Morgan, bloodied knife still in hand, argued with her mother.
Morgan went to live with her grandparents at thirteen, but they were extremely worried about her. She was covered with cuts, and bruises. She flinched at the slightest touch. They realized her amazing connection with animals, and sent her off to a program for troubled teenagers to take care and ride horses.
Several years later, Morgan left the program and came to California. Though she's been here for now two years, she's still an outcast. Her dark make-up throwing her in with the emos.

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Crap. u.u I had over half of this done, but my compute spazzed. I'll finish it later, I got to go.