Nobody Cares - Rick X Morty

Treehouse

Morty's POV

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It's been about week since I tried the drugs. Rick took them away from me and has been watching me like a hawk. I feel numb. Like nothing I say or do makes any difference in the world. Like I am nothing. At this point, I don't care about anything that happens to me.

Today is Saturday so I don't have to go to school. I'm failing all my classes and my parents haven't found out yet or they would've lectured me already. I see no point in trying when it comes to school. I already know what the future holds for me. I slide out of bed and look at the clock. 1:00pm. I've never slept in this late without somebody disturbing me. 

I get dressed and walk downstairs where no one is to be found. I look in the garage and Rick is passed out drunk on his desk. "Rick?", I call out trying to wake him up. He stirs a bit but falls back into his slumber while drooling on his desk. I love his slender figure and how he's always slouched over. No. I cant think about these things. This is wrong. I give up on trying to wake him up and just leave the garage and sit on the couch. Oh well. At least I can finally go somewhere without Rick following my every move. 

I decide to go take a walk. I need something to distract my mind from these feelings I keep getting. I don't want to admit it but I'm pretty sure I like Rick in a way nobody would approve. It makes me feel disgusting, but he makes me feel so... stop it Morty. This isn't right. You are "Stupid. Stupid. So stupid", I mumble part of my thoughts without thinking. I can never be accepted. I can never let anybody know. Especially Rick. 

I go outside and walk around, eventually, I  find some woods to explore. Seems like a pretty isolated place and I need to be away from everything and everyone. I find a tree house in the middle of nowhere. There's a rope hanging out the side. I wonder if anybody is in there. I climb the rope and there's no one up here so I pull the rope up so nobody can get to me. There's nothing but old leaves and twigs in here so I'm pretty sure it's abandoned. I grab a knife from my pocket that I stole and carve my name into the wall of the tree house. 

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I've been hanging out up here for a while, just laying down, daydreaming about things that will never happen. Once I snap out of it, I realize it's dark out now. I bet nobody is even looking for me. They probably think I'm in my room watching porn or something. I wonder what would happen if I just left. Forever. If I ran away. I'm good at running, and I'm good at hiding. There's no point in staying. I need to get away from Rick. My feelings towards him are toxic and I'm afraid if I stay, I will reveal them. 

I cant find any reason to go back right now so I just take my hoodie off and use it as a pillow as I drift off to sleep.

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Sorry for taking forever to update this story. I want it to keep going but I don't want it to be terrible. Comment some suggestions for the next part. This part was very short but I'm going to try and update again sometime in the next week or so