What If I Had

seven - a midnight drink

A week ago from tonight, I watched my next door neighbours die in a freak accident, only for them to return through a green portal a few seconds later.

Seeing that sort of thing is personally the most traumatic experience I've ever had to be apart of. I couldn't imagine my closest friends and family passing away, especially before my very eyes.

Mom and Dad literally dragged me to Morty's house to have dinner with them. I didn't want to go back there again. Ever since the accident, I haven't spoken to either Morty or Summer at school. I really couldn't, even if I wanted to.

Instead of enjoying dreams about Mickey, I've been having reoccurring nightmares about Rick and Morty exploding. Every single time, I attempt to stop Morty from handing Rick that fucking screwdriver.

I..... I really can't do this anymore.

I do not belong here in this world.

"Gwendolyn?" Mrs Smith asks from the far end of the dining table. Staring off into my plate piled with green beans, thanks to Mom, I direct my attention to the blonde-haired woman.

"Is everything alright?" Before I could reassure her that she's got nothing to worry about, I noticed everyone's finished their plate.

"M-may I be excused, please? I don't think I'm feeling well."

With that, I got up and retreated to the powder room. I didn't wait for an answer. When I got there, I had to face myself in the mirror, even if I didn't want to. I had dark circles underneath my eyes and stress lines streaking my forehead. My hair was thin and far from maintained.

This is me. My questionable life.

My life...

My life is a joke, except no one's laughing.

Fat tears rolled down my cheeks before I finally broke down sobbing. Why does all of this feel so unnatural to me?

I.

I need to leave.

Peeking out through the crack in the door, I see the door to the garage across from me. Too many flashbacks of last week haunt me as I lay my eyes upon the door, waiting for yet another explosion to push me flat on my back again.

I leapt from one door to the other, strolling in after discovering it's unlocked.

Didn't really care much for life anyway so I had to make this quick and quiet.

My eyes darted at every corner of the garage, looking for a solution to my problem. Finally setting my attention on something, I bent down to pick up a glass bottle poking its head out of one of Rick's drawers.

Looking into the drawer, I also noticed a few stray sheets of paper and two red crystals encased in a dome of glass.

Then examining the bottle, I couldn't help but stare at how inviting it looked. The contents inside appeared to be a thick, syrupy substance that glittered a dark blue when put under a light. It looked almost like stars in the night sky.

Popping the cork with ease, I reluctantly sniffed it. To my surprise, it smelled like candy. Taking one last good look at the bottle, I brought it up to my lips and waited patiently as it slowly trailed down towards my lips.

Fuck no. I'm not leaving them a letter. Why would I? I was told never to tell anyone what had happened here in this garage.

I watched as the sparkly blue liquid spilled closer and closer and closer...

"Who the fuck locked this door?"

I don't care enough to stop. As Rick tries to jimmy open the door, I begin to drink.