That's not the answer! (Morty x depressed!reader)

Chapter 1

A/N: This is a story based around cutting and suicidal thoughts and actions so trigger warning.... and also if you do cut like I use to please don't do it. It helps no one not even you.

"I really, really like you James! Do you think I could be your girlfriend?" I said smiling and hopeful. He laughed in my face.
"Yo you must be kidding! Hey, hey everyone she thought I could possibly like her!" James laughed and yelled it out to the cafeteria. Everyone laughed and pointed. I left the cafeteria with my feelings hurt but I didn't cry. I knew Morty could make me feel better.
"H-Hey (Y/N), what's up?",he asked seeming concerned.
"I told James I liked him and that I want to be his girlfriend..."I said. Then, I heard it, Morty's laughter. He was laughing at me. My eyes started to burn with tears.
"Why are you laughing? I thought you'd care somewhat!" I shouted. I gripped my wrist.
"Well s-someone h-h-has to l-laugh about the f-fact you asked h-him! H-he was w-waaaay out of your league."
"How about the whole school, Morty."
"O-oh sh-"
"Thought I could come to you for comfort! Morty I trusted you'd have my back! I didn't even mean to like him. I just wanted you to like me more Morty. I thought if I made you jealous you'd like me more! No instead I ended up liking James!"
"J-UUURP-jeez ?M-Morty what d-did you do?" Rick asked appearing out of no where.
"I-I d-d-didn't d-do a-"
"You laughed at my pain, asshole." I said turning my on heel and walking out the school, feeling hurt and angry. I shoved my hands into my (f/c) hoodie. Feeling for my safety blanket. It wasn't really a blanket it was a razor. I waited and walked/jogged/ran to the local park and hid in the forestry. I sat down when I got to the clearing in the center, it even had a little pond. I pulled out the razor blade, dropping all my stuff on the ground. I dug it into my skin. Cutting my wrists deeply and harshly as the memory of Morty laughing replayed in my head. I felt ashamed of the cuts, which only fueled my want of the chemical release of cutting. I kept going till I was losing space to cut. I went over to the pond splashing water on it. I looked at my own reflection. My baggy (e/c) eyes, and my unkept (h/c) locks. I didn't recognize who was starring back. I shut my eyes, squeezing the blade and added more cuts to already growing number. I just layed down and watched the blood leak from my body. I closed my eyes, try to sleep. The one thing I haven't done in a long, long time.
"(Y-Y/N)?", asked that familiar voice.