Escapism • Y/N

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Warning: Self-Harm, Suicide
(Proceed At Your Own Risk)

I can't believe he would have just left me there to die... I needed a way out of this world.

Y/N's POV

I can't believe he did that.. If I was gonna get killed. Morty would have happily watched, munching on popcorn and cheering it on.

I go home, to my real home, tears flow down my eyes, blood dry on face, cuts engraving into my body, bruises coloring my arms.

I rush to the kitchen and grab a knife.

"I can't believe he did this." I utter.

"I-i can't believe-"

*Ding ding*

Morty: Y/N I'm sorry. I should have done something.

Morty:Please don't leave me

Morty: I need you.

I smile at the texts.

"You don't need me Morty."  I whisper.

Me: It's ok, you don't need me, if I'm not alive.

Morty: Y/N what are you talking about?

Me: Didn't you like me better with blood on my face?

Morty: Y/N I'm coming over.

Me: I love you.

I put my phone down and stare at my arms.

I press the knife against my wrist, ready to cut.

"Should I?" I ask myself.
"Self harm isn't healthy for you."

I slit my wrists open, it felt so good.

"Yeah Y/N, get what you deserve."
"It feels so good."

I curl in to a ball on the ground.

"But, it's not good for you." I whisper.
"I have an amazing idea..."

"ITS SUICIDE!" I take the knife back to the drawer.

I rush to the roof climbing and climbing. It's high up.

"This should fuck me up!" I cackle.
"Goodbye Mom, Dad, I love you." I cry.

I hesitated, think about my family.
I sat on the roof.

I see Morty.. that's right, he was the one who wanted me dead.

I jump.

[If you love me let me go...oh oh...
If you love me let me go... Oh. Oh..
Because these words are knifes and often leave scars.
The fear of falling apart...
And truth be told.. I never was yours..
The fear.. the fear of falling...

Apart.]

I land, crushing my body on the ground.

My vision start to get blurry.

The last thing I saw.. was Morty crying.

Morty's POV

"STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!" I cry.

"Y/N's gone." I hold her close.

"No, she, she can't be." I lift her up and best as I could and took her to Rick.

I slam on the garage door, hard.

"RICK, RICK, OPEN UP, PLEASE!" I cry.

I heard a muffled. "I'm busy."

"Please Rick, Y/N's gone." I shout.

I hear fast heavy footsteps.

The garage door opens.

I rush in and put Y/N at a table.

"Rick fix her please!" I tug him over.

Rick just stood there.

"Y-y,/N." He mumbled.
"I told you, not to kill yourself." I see Rick crying.

I've never seen Rick cry before, ever.

"RICK WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" I push him aside.

"She has no pulse." He mumbled.
"I can't fix her."

I, I couldn't believe what I just hear.

Y/N.. Y/N is gone..

"No! She, she can't be!" I cry louder.

"There is one thing we could try." I hear Rick mumble..

"What, what is it?" I wipe away my tears.

"I could inject her with, "the thing""

No, not "the thing" that will heal her, but, she, she possibly won't remember me.

"I don't care.. Rick, as long as she's alive." I confirm.

"Are you sure Morty?" He walked out to "the thing."

"Absolutely." I nod.

Rick mixes "the thing" a bit and pours it into a syringe.

He pokes Y/n with it and slow released the ooze.

We hear Y/N groan..

"SHE ALIVE!" I yell.

Rick takes the syringe out, and starts to cry.

"Our Y/N is gone, she's alive but gone." He mumbled.

"Where am I?" She got off the table.

"Oh, you must be the Smiths." She smiles.

"I'm Y/N." She sticks her hand out to me..

"Are you okay?" She asked us.

"Yes." I shook her hand.

"Your Mom came by and said you could stay the night." I lied.

"Oh, I must have forgotten." She laughed.

"Morty." I mumble.

"Excuse me?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Morty." I clear my throat.

"Nice to meet you Morty."

"Wanna watch T.V?" I asked her, forcing a smile on my face.

"Sure!"

We walked to the couch.. and I turned on the T.V.

I sat there, in silence. Y/N was gone for good.

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Hold up bitches, this ain't the end!

Deuces~Author-Chan
SenseiSaitama1

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