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Morty began dreaming..
..
A slight memory pops in his brain, almost as if it was reminding him; but if it were a little different.
He found himself getting beat up by his bullies at school, nobody saving him or helping him. His cries echoed and the agony kept getting more and more intense. Yet, Nobody could take a hint.
He could almost remember The pain he felt, every kick, every punch; left him with scars and true torment. Everything ached and hurted. Walking in his house, bleeding out— staining his clothes. All by himself. Nobody around, no one to tell him its ok. He had to take care of himself, like he was his own parent.
Suddenly, It randomly shifted to another memory he has a few months ago;
...
"What is this?" his mom said, pointing out the faint scars across his arms.
Morty felt panic rise as he started to sweat.
"I-It's old!! I promise!..." the boy screamed, stepping back.
Beth looked at him in disappointment, looking dead-serious.
"You know it isn't true..." she held out her hand;
Was her full of anger?
— Morty couldn't tell if she was worried or mad that he had hurt himself. Either way; She still was aware of this situation and
that it has happened more than twice.
Everything suddenly felt like it was melting, he panicked more as he saw his own mothers face start to drip, tightly holding his now bruised arm;
"ꪗꪮꪊꪹ ᭙ꪮꪹᡶꫝꪶꫀకక, ỉ కꫝꪮꪊꪶᦔ'ꪜꫀ ᭢ꫀꪜꫀꪹ ᦋꪖꪜꫀ ꪗꪮꪊ ꪶỉ̉ᠻꫀ!!"
She muffled as her grip was slowly getting looser. The brown-haired boy ran away from his bedroom and tried to leave when..
A sudden blank room filled with white surrounded him,
He began walking; not too fast— not too slow, but a average pace.
He still felt a bit overwhelmed from that previous thing from earlier.
The first thing Morty noticed is that this almost felt endless. His socks were wet from the reflective water on the floor, not that he really cared though.
When finally, He saw a cliff. Ending to where? He didn't know but he definitely knew what he had to do to get out of this nightmare.
...
"MoOrTYY!!"
...
"MoRRTyYyY!!"
The anxious teenager woke up in a fright, also to a older scienctist violently shaking him. "What?!" Morty said in a harsh tone.
"HEey bUddY..Listenngf ok??...I Need You, Only YoUh to get a LitTle somethIng for your GramPa mKay??... Here."
Rick fanited as soon as He handed the boy His keys to the spaceship.
"Didn't fucking explain but whatever."
Morty pushed rick's head off his bed and walked to the garage; still in his pajamas
He hesitated, almost stepping his foot onto the cold-hard floor.
Seeing the sympathid gun from the last adventure.
"Im sure he wouldn't mind if I still kept it for just a little longer."
He harshly grabbed it and inserted it into his head, then suddenly everything felt better.
He started suddenly becoming more
joyous—laughing and skipping everywhere, having the time of his life.
When exploring his small town, He found a big trampoline and thought it would be fun to jump in it, laughing away. As if it were a innocent thing to do.
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I Was Pronounced dead at 14 years old,
Mortimer smith
September 18th - December 17th
I Finally found peace,
Freedom. At last.
No bullies,
No more rick,
No more pain. This was truely was i was destined to be,
Dead.
I didn't deserve a future because this is where he was supposed to remain.
Nothing matters, not anymore. Everything is just a distraction to our true feelings inside.
And you can't escape it no matter how hard you try.
Then you'll end up just like me.