User talk:Lietfan

"WBVT News reporting! Girl gone mad? I think so! Sightings and murder around a child who seems to be only 15 years old are drawing suspicion, back to you John." "Yes, what a horrible thing indeed Nancy, my son's girlfriend was recently murdered, please if you have details on this, CALL 9-1-1!!!!

Morgan Farrell was living the life of an ordinary girl for most of her life, but when she turned six, everything went to...well...hell. "You're useless Morgan! You can't do anything right!" That was the voice of her drunken father, who was in a horrid mood since his sister had died. Her mother raced in as soon as the screaming began, then a fight between the couple broke out, constant arguing was all the neighbors heard lately. Many many countless times they were forced to call the police, who would always imprison the man, then free him a week later. Morgan was only eight when her father began to beat her, very hard. Shrieks escaped through the wooden door and all across town, it was so horrible. Her mother was nearly never home to help her, but when she tried her father would pull a gun on her and say, "Don't touch me or i'll blow you away to hell." Morgan would watch her parents fight whenever they did.

6 Years Later.
Morgan was now a highschooler, she was fourteen and catigorized as a Loner. She was in a very small group of friends, Mike, Jackson, Haliey, Miranda, and Jake. All the friends thought of Morgan as a leader, a leader of their group. Someone who was brave and strong, and she was. Morgan was doing a quick headcount, only to see her boyfriend Jake wasn't here. Morgan approached Mike, Jake's younger brother, and asked him about his missing brother. "Morgan, Jake was in an...accident." That was all Mike said before he ran off to find Miranda. Morgan walked home, ignoring everyone as she went straight to her room. She felt her hatred rise in her heart and throat, she wanted to scream out with rage. Her father marched into her room with large strides as he began screaming at her saying things like, "You're useless!" or "Even your mother hates you!" and mostly, "You should be ashamed of yourself!" Morgan hadn't done a thing wrong to her father, so his screaming only fueled her rage more. "SHUT UP ALREADY!" She shouted, pushing her father away with her weak arms and hands. She was soon punched, leaving a gash on the side of her face. Her father came back to his senses and began to apologize. to her, begging on his knees. "No, you won't hurt me anymore, never again..." She said before she ran downstairs into her basement, her father following her as she grabbed an axe. Her father backed away with fear as he stared into her eyes, they had went from sky blue to emerald in the wink of an eye. Morgan raised her axe high in the air then... WHACK! The axe went straight into Mr.Farrell's skull, killing him instantly. Morgan looked at her ripped jeans and black sneakers, they were covered in blood. She then examined her emerald green hoodie, which was drenched in the blood and bits of brains from her father. A wicked smile cast itself onto her face as she ran upstairs and held the axe above her mother's neck, she forced it through the bone and flesh straight through it, cutting it almost cleanly off. Blood splattered all over the walls and ceiling, some getting on her. her smirk grew into a smile as her dirty blonde hair covered her eyes. Morgan walked into her mom's bedroom then she grabbed the sewing box she kept in her drawer, Morgan cut the word Loner into her own arm, she then ran to the corpses of her mother and father and carved the word into their arms as well. "I am no longer the sweet Morgan Farrell my precious mother....I am Loner." She spoke softly, her words cascaded over sorrow. She loved her mother, but she couldn't have her calling the cops, oh no that wouldn't do. Loner grabbed a matchbox that her father owned, and lit it. She put the match up to her face and burned Loner onto it before she threw it onto the ground beside her mother's corpse. She hurriedly grabbed her axe and escaped through an open window. Now she wanders around, killing those who hate her. You could be next.

--Lietfan (talk) 22:24, April 10, 2014 (UTC)