Forsaken Below The Tracks

Introduction

It never ceases to amaze me how one simple moment can forever shape and alter the rest of your entire life. For me, it was the moment that I lost Morgan. One minute we were leaving the movie theater, and the next minute I was feeling her hand slip out of mine and watching her body get crushed by the oncoming train. I had never seen so much blood in my entire life. I remember thinking that she had to still be okay. Somehow. She could not simply have lost her life that quickly, in that manner. I was stunned that she was gone. I felt her leave if that makes any sense, and I felt her with me from that moment on. Call it what you will, but she never left my side. I felt her cold stare and I felt her reaching out for me. Always.

She is always here. My bitter, full of hate, Morgan. This is my story. Actually, this is her story. It is a story that is grotesque, painful, yet full of all of the honesty that one person can muster. It must be told because she will not let me rest until it is.

Here, is Morgan's story, and the truth about what happened that night as well as the events leading up to her final moment, and what unfolded following that night.