I will gladly be the first to say that both Morgan and I are in the hospital several times a year. The last time for each of us was when Morgan broke her knee and I was in a coma! This time is new, though...
The first thing you should know about Morgan is that she is crazy. Seriously. Some people just say that jokingly, but I mean it. Don't believe me? One of the many times she went to the hospital was when she tried performing Seppuku, the act of a samurai stabbing himself in the stomach and twisting the blade, killing himself. This is usually used as to prevent his humiliation for whatever reason. Morgan tried it just because she thought it looked fun. Thankfully she missed everything vital and lives to this day, still taking therapy after, what, 4 years? Like I said, crazy.
Yesterday, I had no idea where she was. I figured she was in her studio, so I continued my reading of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman for the... I'll say n-th time because I read it so much. Around 2:30 pm or so, I heard a really big, loud explosion. Instantly, I ran to the window (losing my page in the process) to see a rather large cloud of smoke rising from the forest behind our house.
Remember that not only do we have neighbors, but they seem to not like us very much. Now they like us less.
I ran outside into the forest. Not very far into the woods, I found a burnt clearing, gunpowder, gasoline, and Morgan, lying about 15 feet from the epicenter. Her clothes were blackened, and even her skin was covered in what looked like soot. I called 911 (seeing as how my parents weren't around) and told the operator what happened.
I was questioned briefly on scene by the police as the ambulance took Morgan to the hospital. We came to the conclusion that the only person that knows what happened is Morgan, who was unconscious.
As you can imagine, I have no idea what to think. I am still trying to figure it out, to be honest. I would have written about it yesterday, but it's really hard to type when you are scared, curious, and shaking. Normally I wouldn't mind; the only other time I remember being like this was when she committed said Seppuku.
Today, I went to the hospital to talk with her. The doctor said she suffered 1st and 2nd degree burns almost all over her body, and 3rd degree burns on her hands. He also said that, though she was conscious, I'd better not talk to her. I told him to make sure I talk to her before the police do. Why?
Morgan is a mischievous little girl. She has been known to lie to even the sheriff about the most obvious things, like how she was going 80 in a 45 zone, or how she was driving on a populated beach. For some reason, she lies to everyone except me. She even lies to her boyfriends!
I want her to talk to me so that, if she does lie to them, I can tell the real story. We always do that; we cover each other.
I'll tell you the rest of the story once it happens, okay? As for now... I think I'm going to try to go to sleep. I didn't sleep at all last night.
Love,
Claire S.
