Morty looked up, stunned at what happened. Was this a joke? It had to be. It just had to be. Morty took out the flask again, looking at his reflection in the cold stainless steel. Morty took off the lid and raised the cold metal to his lips and letting the burning of the alcohol fill his throat. He registers the tears falling down his face and he wipes them away with the sleeve of the lab coat. "Ugh. Come on Morty. Get your shit together…" Morty mumbles to himself. He looks around, trying to think of what to do next but he isn't sure. He tries thinking like Rick, but that doesn't work either. Morty gives up and sits on the floor, staring at his hands.
All of a sudden, papers and mess around the room pick up and fly around in circles. Morty jumps and looks around at it all and clasps his head in his hands. The throbbing in his hands begins growing. Morty looks up. The papers had stopped. One sheet of paper lays in front of his feet, the white glistening next to his dirty sneakers. Morty bends down and picks it up. There's words. He reads over the rushed messy handwriting. "Morty, I've used a Dehydrating gun, look, I need you to keep something large and filled with water here all the time.
-Rick"
Morty stops reading and drops the paper. Morty looks up at the garage, then back at the paper. Morty looks around. "What can I even use to store the water…" Morty mumbles and looks at the messy room. He looks at a metal bucket and walks over to it. Morty thought of a joke that involves a bucket, but he doesn't remember it all that well. Morty picks up the bucket and opens the garage door, the light from the sun blinding Morty for a second before he walks out to the tap that lays just next to the garage door. He puts the bucket under the tap and opens the rusty faucet. A squeak is followed closely by a large blast of cold crisp water falling into the metal bucket making a soothing sound. Morty looks at the bucket being filled and takes a quick swig from the flask.
Morty brings it back inside and places it in the middle of the room. "What now Rick? Huh? What now?!" Morty yells out sitting next to the bucket, staring into the water. He sighs and takes out the flask again. He looks at it and begins to question almost everything. He opens it and takes a swig, then gets up, walking to a gathering of sharps and metals. He looks down at the heap and picks up a fairly clean, sharp peice. He looks down at it and touches the tip lightly, slowly increasing pressure, drawing a small amount of blood on his fingertip. He winces slightly then removes it from his finger. He looks down at it, then proceeding to place it lightly on his wrist after rolling up the sleeve of the lab coat.
There's a click of the door opening and Morty quickly throws the metal scrap away and pulls his knees into his chest, hiding the blood still showing from his fingertip. He looks up at the person. Morty tries to take in the features of the person who's looking down at him. The face is blurry but there is an orange glow around their head. Hair maybe? Blue eye's look down to brown ones. "Hey Morty… You haven't been at school in a while… What's… going on…?" they ask, sitting next to him. He realises the voice, the sweet soothing voice. "I-I-It's nothing Jessica…" Morty mumbles into his arms. Jessica tisks and looks at Morty, taking his hand lightly. "Morty what's going on…?" she asks again, taking her hand in his and holding it.
Morty looks at the hand then unfolds himself. He then flings himself at her, hugging her tightly and sobbing into her shoulder. Jessica hugs Morty back. Morty pulls off after a minute and wipes his eyes, his face going red. "I-I-I'm sorry…" Morty mumbles. "Thank you…" Morty smiles weakly and blushes. "L-L-L-Look… Jessica… I-I-I-I-I've always wanted to say something… Jessica… I love you…" Morty mumbles, looking at her. She just looks at him, shock written all over her face. "I-I'm sorry Morty… I don't feel the same…" She whispers getting up and leaving, not wanting to stay for why Morty hadn't been at school. Morty looks down, his eyes on the floor and he pulls his knees into his chest. "Oh…" he mumbles.
Morty takes out the flask, taking a long hard swig. He gets up and sits at the desk again, continuing to drink, not working, drinking. Morty begins shaking slightly but keeps drinking. "I just want to forget… I don't want to feel anymore… I want to forget…" Morty mumbles. He takes another swig, the alcohol burning it's way down his throat. Tears begin streaming his face but he wipes them away. "I want to forg *Hic* Forget…" Morty pleads.
A/N Hey guys! I'm sorry about the late update! This is ending soon I'm sorry! Don't kill me pleaseee!
-Char