Drunk Beginnings (Rick and Morty Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

      My nightmares were relentless, holding me in their tight grasp and not letting go. Indescribable horrible reenactments of recent events kept me in endless fright and terror. Not to mention my sleep paralysis that seemed to last an eternity in between sessions. Only my eyes could move around the incredibly dark room, my body was completely limp and useless to fight against the demons I saw. I woke up with a scream in my throat every time I came to, unable to let it out for reasons I couldn't explain. Blood, bodies, creatures, cracking bones, torn body parts, wounds too big to heal and absolutely no time to dwell on the issue before the next terrifying course of hell reared its ugly head. It was the worst night of my entire life. 

       Morning finally came at the grace of God Himself, the sun big and bright enough to burn the demons that tortured me to dust. I closed my eyes as I took a deep breath and braced myself. If I wake up in the same room I saw in my dreams last night, then unfortunately everything I saw yesterday was real and everyone really is...gone. But if I wake up in my room, then I'll just assume some of the food was accidentally laced with a teenager's acid tablet at the carnival yesterday.  

      I opened my eyes. They felt like they were stuck together with glue and nailed down with cement. It took a few tries to get them open, waiting to see the posters and trinkets that lined my shelves to make it my space, but it wasn't there. I was in a completely different area with wildly different walls and posters and possessions. Tears streamed down the sides of my face as I curled up on the mattress. Vague imagery from yesterday came back to me full force. It all melded together into one petrifying blob of disgusting experiences. 

       My family was gone. They were my everything, and they were just suddenly gone. My dad taking me on adventures all the time and spending so much time with me, and surprising me with a cold drink from the store when I've had a rough day. And my mom, being such a pillar of strength and love my entire life, giving me guidance and advice, and helping me in my times of need.

     "Come back...please, please just come back. I promise I'll be a better daughter if you just come back to me." I promised to myself. But the house and the mattress I lay on stayed still. I angrily wiped the tears that wouldn't stop coming. How could I just continue life knowing they were gone? I was just supposed to live on my own with no one to coast me to my early days of adulthood? 

       Or, this could still be something that can be turned around. Maybe you and Anthony got drunk at the carnival, or maybe there really was something laced in your food, and Rick and Morty just so happened to be walking down the street and they saw you passed out on the intersection corner. So they took you to their home and let you stay the night. That's so much more plausible than what you 'think' happened. 

      I tossed the blankets off of me; my eyes burning staring at the white ceiling. Take things slowly, and don't force yourself to do anything you don't want to do. You are very fragile right now, even though you would never admit it. 

      I distracted myself by looking around the room that the girl let me stay in. I think her name was Summer. There was a big bed to my right, with a pink comforter and a lot of pillows. There were a few bookshelves filled with magazines, clocks, figurines, and purses. The walls were a soft pink and the shelves on those pink walls held more purses. There was a dark wood desk set with a chair and more books, and pencils and paper. 

     Over to the other side of the room, there was a big purple vanity with makeup somewhat organically organized, and it was complete with an orange stool. Next to the vanity was a floor-length mirror, and all over the pink walls were pictures of multiple guys and bands I have never heard of. They looked like they were either cut out of magazines or they were apart of magazines that held the three-page length posters inside. But aside from guys and bands, there were a few pictures of horses, and her keepsakes included a soccer ball and a roller-blading shoe.