Hey! I saw Secret Window in theaters a while back and LOVED it and then I just saw it on DVD and was inspired to write a fanfic about what would happen if I...or rather...any teenage girl for that matter...was put in the position of being pretty much trapped with Mort Rainey. I'm not really sure how this story is going to play out, but it'll be pretty weird and possibly violent.

I'll probably be switching between Third Person POV & First Person. Is that okay?? I've seen a lot of stories like that, and I think the only way I can write this story is to do that. So, read & review! I hope you like it!

(((It's rated R for violence in future chapters & the mention of drinking/drugs possibly. I wasn't really sure if I was going to rate it PG-13 or R. But I guess it's not that big of a deal anyway. I'm not sure if 13 year olds will care if I mention any characters being drunk but oh well!)))

Do I have to do a disclaimer?? Okay, well I don't own Secret Window. Honestly, I don't think anyone here does haha! But I do own my plot & characters :-D

ENJOY!

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Trapped in the Mind's Games

(First Person POV)

As soon as I got to the top of the rocky hill I grabbed hold of a tree to keep from falling back down to my death. It was more like a cliff than a hill, with trees scattered everywhere. Mandy was right behind me, stumbling over all of the rocks due to being drunk and also because it was an extremely steep hill. When she reached the top she swaggered a bit before grabbing onto a neighboring tree.

"There it is," she said, completely out of breath.

I looked up dizzily, trying to make out anything in the darkness. The moon wasn't that bright tonight, but the thousands of stars dotted in the night sky helped me see at least two feet in front of me.

"I don't see anything," I admitted and made my way up to flat ground. As soon as I had, I fell flat on my face. I was so damn drunk!

"Look…Riley…right there!" Mandy said loudly and pointed to a huge, black blob in the distance. "Mort Rainey's house," she whispered quietly, "He's a murderer, you know."

"Yeah…right!" I laughed.

I had just moved to Tashmore Lake with my brother, Dan, who, at twenty-one, was finally trying to make something of himself. Why we moved to Tashmore Lake so he could do that was still oblivious to me, but it wasn't like I had anywhere else to go. I was only fifteen at the time, with a love for partying and no love for anything related to school. Almost immediately after unpacking all of our things in our small, one-level house, I set off to find a party, if there were any in the hick-town. I didn't have my license yet, but Dan had taught me how to drive, so I took our small, rusted, blue car into town, then drove down to the lake. I found a group of kids my age, most were closer to Dan's age though, by the lake, getting drunk. It was pretty much a nightly thing for them to party by the lake since the police department really didn't care about them. So, for the past week or so I left around six at night, right after Dan got back from his job at the post office as manager, and didn't come back in until four or five in the morning. It was a good life…much better than remembering my past back in New York City.

"Nah, it's true," Mandy persisted and tried to lift me off the pine-needle floor. "He killed his ex-wife and some other dude!"

"Uh-huh," I replied and tried to stand on my own two feet.

"You don't believe me, then?"

"Nope!"

"Okay…" she said thoughtfully, "Then, if you aren't scared, go up to the dude's house, onto the porch, and grab somethin' of his!"

Something inside was telling me not to do it, but as I have said before, I was drunk.

"Mm k!" I said and began trudging up to the large, black blob in front of me. I heard Mandy running the other way, and then climb back down the hill. I remembered where the lake was (I hoped) so I could get back down there when I got something of the supposed "murderer".

Soon the black blob appeared to be a large, wooden cabin. It was an extremely nice place, even in the darkness. I saw a few steps leading up to a porch door, so I swaggered up the wooden steps, my head pounding and my legs aching. I pulled on the handle of the screen door with force, with no consideration for the fact that this was another person's house. Looking around the small, screened-in porch for a moment, I saw nothing worth coming all this way to steal, so I took a few steps in to try and see better. Black was clouding around my eyes, but I struggled to not pass out. Not here. I couldn't pass out in a supposed murderer's house. I began taking a few steps back, trying to get myself out of any danger. I had forgotten about the screen door being so close behind me, so when I stepped back my body hit the door, causing it to open. I felt my head hit the wooden steps, and then I blacked out.

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So...how'd you like it?? Please review--tell me if I should keep going with it. I know it's not much yet, but the 2nd chapter will have Mort :)