Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing from Secret Window. All rights go to Stephen King and David Koepp. This is just the simple opinion of myself after seeing the movie.
Summary: A short take on Mort Rainey's thoughts after the events of the movie.
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Okay, okay. Take a deep breath, calm down, breathe, there, feel better now? Good.
Okay, so I did it. I actually fucking did it. I killed her. Killed her and her sweet little Ted. Now this is a good ending. This is perfect. Now my story is complete. But what is this that I'm feeling? What is that, guilt?
No, not guilt. Confusion, maybe? No, not that either. So what is it then? Ah yes, that's it...happiness, pride, the feeling of success. The feeling of sweet revenge. I gave that bitch what she deserved. But wait, did she really deserve it? I mean, sure what she did was wrong, but it's not like she's the first person to ever do such a thing. And I suppose, I suppose it could have been worse, right? Maybe I am just a crazy psychopath who's lost all his sanity and will to live a normal life. Maybe it was my fault after all. Maybe, just maybe, if I had been a better husband...
NO! Don't think like that. It wasn't your fault. You're in the right, you are in the right. She was the one who committed adultery. She was the one lying. And if the relationship really was "supposenling" over before she decided to go share a bed with Ted, then she could have atleast had the common courtesy to tell you. She belonged to you. None of this would have happened if she had simply just KEPT HER FUCKING LEGS CLOSED!
Okay, calm down, remember, deep breaths, there you go. Now you see? It wasn't your fault at all. It was all her doing. She got what she deserved. That cheating bitch got what she had coming to her. And maybe you're not normal, but, then again, who is? Does such a thing even exist? If you think about it, really, really think about it, is normal even a real thing? No, not at all. It's just something people tell themselves so they can feel better about their image. There never has been, nor will there ever be such a thing as normal. Just different levels of sanity. And besides, if such a thing as normal did exsist, why would you want to be catorergized as that? Normal is dull, normal is boring. You are much better the way you are. You are a master story writer and a master storyteller. You write stories, you make endings, and you make them perfect. The most important part of the story, and you make them perfect.
So you see, it wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault in the least bit. Feel better now? Good. Now just keep repeating those words and soon all doubt will be gone.
It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't...my...fault.