Poor crazy Morgan

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Morgan seemed to stare at the body for the longest time. What was she going to do now? She sat down next to him and turned his face towards her. His once beautiful green eyes now seemed cold and dead. He was such a beautiful man. She thought. The blood seemed to flow from his wound and pool beside him. She dipped her fingers in. It was still warm. I love you Hunter.

Morgan stared at the disturbed ground in her backyard. Hunter was gone now. She almost felt sad in a way. She dropped the shovel on the ground and made her way back to the house. It was dead and silent now. How long would it take them to notice he was gone? And how long after that till they found his body?

Morgan pulled her hair back behind her ears and looked at the picture of Morgan and Hunter on the mantle. We were beautiful weren’t we? What was that? She thought. Morgan turned around to come face to face with Hunter. Only now he was beautiful like he used to be. How? She wondered. You killed me and now the cops are coming. He seemed to talk to her without speaking.

BING. BANG. BOOM! Before Morgan knew what was happening she was in a courtroom being carted off to the Looney bin. I’m not crazy! She screamed in her mind. Yes you are. Hunter mocked. He was with her now.

The walls in that place were enough to drive a sane person crazy. If Morgan wasn’t crazy before, she was crazy now. People floated in and out to look at Morgan. The crazy woman who had killed her fiancée and then claimed someone else did it. Someone who looked and talked like her. And now Hunter was haunting her. Poor crazy Morgan.

END PART 3