A Drop of Rain

It's Raining

Authors note:
Heyyyy, this is a Rick and Morty fanfic. Shit gets saaaaaaddd. I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday-

Morty watched as a single drop of rain trailed down the window of his bedroom, leaving behind a tail, and combing with other droplets of rain as it grew faster from the weight. It's a dramatic scene, really. Like one you would see in a movie, or perhaps a book, if the writer really wanted to describe a stupid drop of rain sliding down a window.

It was ironic and cliché, like one of those stupid dramatic movies, because Morty was sad, which should have been obvious, because a drop of water going down a window somehow signifies saddens. The teen almost laughed at how dramatic it was for his feelings to match the cliché scene before him.

But back to the point, Morty was sad, sorry to say for the billionth time. You might even say he was depressed, because eating had become a chore, and he hardly came out of his room. When he did come out of his room willingly (un-willingly being when Conroy would force him out to spend time with the family, or go to school), however, it was always to go into the garage. To think. Well, not think. It was more like... well, it did involve thinking, because thoughts are a constant stream inside of your head- your inner most dialogue, despite how drunk or disoriented you may be. Your thoughts even persist in sleep, causing dreams. But it was more like he would go to the garage to feel numb. To try and shut his damn thoughts off for a while, if that was even possible.

Chugging scotch whiskey from his Grandfathers secret stash under the counter as if it were candy, all just in an attempt to forget for a while. He needed to forget, because he had no closure. No way of finding out why Rick would do this to him- how could he leave him?!

Morty knows he should have expected this- Rick leaving him like this. He left his grandmother, and his mom. He left their original dimension in the Crononburg incident. And now he's left again. It was a pattern- an undeniable fact, that no matter what, Rick Sanchez would always leave. He would make you need him, and then he would pull away from you, leaving you as if he never even cared. Fuck the consequences he was sure to leave behind.

"G-Getting ice cream, my ass..." Morty had slurred to himself days ago while drunk off his ass, delirious and sobbing, sulking in the garage with his hand tightly wrapped around the neck of a bottle. It was one of the nights where he managed to slip into the garage without the knowledge of Conroy. That stupid robot always seemed to be breathing down the necks of the Smith family, keeping them all in check. The only time he wasn't watching was when he would shut down at midnight to charge up for two or three hours once a week.

Morty had notice they were the only family assigned a robot from the Federation, and he also seemed to notice that Conroy seemed to keep an even closer eye on him than the others in his family. But that's just how it seemed. He was Ricks accomplice, after all. But why they didn't just arrest him, like they arrested Rick, was beyond Mortys knowledge. Maybe they're just waiting for him to fuck up. Maybe they didn't have any grounds to actually take him in just yet.

Fuck the Federation. Fuck Conroy. Fuck the Council of Ricks. Fuck Earth. Fuck the universe, and most importantly, fuck Rick.

Morty sighed, staring at the drop of rain as it made it to the bottom of the window. It's journy had ended, but Mortys hadn't.  He just wasn't aware that his journey wasn't over just yet.

"Morty! Dinner!" The voice of Conroy called from below. Morty sighed again, even more exasperated than before. He forced himself to stand from his bed, and made his way down the stairs. He really just wanted to stay in his room, but if he tried, Conroy would just forcibly make him come down anyway. Trust me, he's tried. He was greeted by the sight of this family and Conroy all sitting around the table already, with pills on their plates. Morty grimaced. He was so fucking sick of pills.