(a week later)
(10:41 am)
I sit in my basement, on a chair by a table, blankly staring at a tank which has a developing Athena inside, floating in the liquid.
It's so quiet down here. All I can hear is the sound of some yellow substance, dripping off the side of the table, out of a beaker.
The loud ticking of the small clock on the wall beside the tank, never stopping.
My heart beat. Soft and warming. I hear that too.
It's not just quiet, it's also extremely lonely. No one to talk to, no one to love, no one to hold tightly in your arms. It's just me and the dying body in the tank.
I'm not just making a clone for Athena, I'm making a 'host' for her. I'm just leaving the brain out of it, so I could put hers in... Which means, I have to kill her or get her killed...
I let out a soft sigh and stand up. I shove my hands into my (f/c) hoodie and make my way to the tank.
I stare up at the 'child' with her red hair gliding around her, her skin looks paler than I've ever seen before. Her eyes are shut as she 'sleeps'.
She looks so peaceful, yet I know she isn't. She doesn't even have a soul to begin with. Only organs, flesh and bones, no brain, no mind, no soul. Metaphorically reminds me of myself.
I place a hand on the glass, closing my eyes as I lean my head forward. Tears sting my cheeks while thinking about what I did to Athena. I messed her up. The real Athena is gone forever.
I shakingly sigh and leave the room, keeping the light on. I go upstairs, to the floor. I lift up a piece of the floor and place it back one I'm on the ground, hiding the basement. No one knows about it and no one ever will.
I tap my foot on the floor boards twice, making it seal shut, like it was never there.
I quietly stroll into the living room and sit down on the couch. Goosebumps grow all over me after I shiver. It's so quiet. So uncomfortable.
It feels like I'm screaming and crying historically, but I'm just sitting there, doing nothing. It feels like my heart is bouncing all around in my chest, but I can't do anything about it.
I hear ringing in my ears, still can't do anything. Sometimes, it feels like I'm on fire, but right now, it feels like I'm drowning instead.
I slowly start to shake, but by now I'm used to it. I've been shaking a lot lately. I've also found it harder to sleep than usual, but when I do, I never want to wake up. Never.
I slowly close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm down, even a little, I just don't want to have another anxiety attack or anything.
My eyes shoot open once I feel like I'm calm-ish. I sigh, standing up again. I walk upstairs, to my room and pull out a clean-looking sweatpants out of my closet, along with clean underwear, socks, a bra and a hoodie.
I mean, if I'm gonna wear a hoodie, why do I need to wear a shirt? There's no point and who's gonna judge apart from me?
I stumble into my bathroom and get ready to take a loooong bubble bath.
Rick's P. O. V.
"Rick?" Morty calls from the garage door. I'm hunched over some machine parts, tinkering and messing around. I deeply hum in response "Rick, did you not sleep again last night."
