The Deepest Depths Of High
Disclaimer: I don't own Mort (unfortunately hehe), or anything else from Stephen King or David Koepp.
Summary: Amy is NOT dead, yet Mort is living a sad, sad little life. He's losing his sense and his path. He's trying to move on from his divorce, and instead moves on to things an average 15-year-old boy thinks about such as drugs, drinking, and sex. But is there anyone who can save him now???
A/N: Yo ho! This is my first fanfic for a loooong time......I've been bored lately. Lol. Well PLEASE review. This should be good.
Chapter One:
I walked out to the front yard of my little graveyard of a house and shoved another lit cigarette in my mouth. It was then I realized that cigarettes weren't helping me much. I needed to graduate to something different...something...heavier. I remembered a few of my co-workers from when I was younger. I knew they were all dealers now, and I knew where they all hung out. I've been missing them lately. I don't know why. They're all just a bunch of bad seeds, but I fit in with them now.
Amy forced me to see a doctor, and he prescribed me some kind of fucking medication, but I don't see any kind of difference in my life. Unless Amy will come back to me somehow, my life will be a miserable mourge. Sometimes I want to believe that if I had a good wife and I stable family, I'd be able to get by. But for now, I'll have to try to start dating again, which is gonna be hell. Or maybe I could just knock up a prostitute and there. I've gotten the family part taken care of. And- oh yeah, I forgot. I'm practically bankrupt. I need to get a new job. Writing is just another fucking failure of mine.
But don't get me wrong. It's not like I don't want to be happy. I just don't think there's anyone left out there for me. Except maybe prostitutes and whores I've picked up at bars. But I can't even have them anymore. I have no money.
I wish Amy knew I was feeling like this. I bet she'd be pissed.
Yeah.
That is what I want.
So anyway...I walked out to the front yard of my little graveyard of a house and shoved another lit cigarette in my mouth. I looked out toward the lake and, of course, saw no movement. It was starting to scare me. The silence and lessened movement, I mean. So I picked up a rock and threw it in the lake. It gave it a ripple effect of movement, but still made no noise, which was still bothering me. I looked around for something to make noise with, but found nothing. So I took the cigarette out of my mouth for a moment and, well, screamed. I screamed because no one could hear me. I heard my scream echo back at me, telling me to shut up. But I didn't care. These were my grounds. Anybody who wanted to wander around here should have a damn good reason because I'm the only thing up here. Just me and my skags.
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A few days later, I decided I would drive into town and meet up with Dan and Dennis, a couple of my crackhead friends from college. They weren't always crackheads though. I remember when they were very civilized, intelligent men. Anyway I knew they always hung around in the alley way beside this strip club I've been to before I met Amy. And even though they get drunk every night, and take pills every morning doesn't mean they're not good guys. Sure...they kind of messed up their lives twelve years ago, but I don't really care. They'll always be my friends. And if I weren't theirs, they'd all probably be in the slammer.
The funny thing is...they all predicted this day would come. The day when I came running to them for some of their leftovers. I started thinking about this while I was driving into the city. I started remembering how we were in college....
(((FLASHBACK)))
It was Saturday morning. I woke up quietly, but I was still laying in bed with the covers over my head. I could hear a faint distant sound coming from the other side of the room. It was a bunch of slow clicking noises. I flopped over, seeing Dennis typing at his computer, with his back to my bed. He's the worst typer in the world, but the best student in the school. Do you know how nauseating it is to share a dorm with someone who wakes up at 7:00 on a Saturday to study for a Calculus exam?! I looked around and noticed Matt, my other roommate, was still sleeping. But I didn't see Dan anywhere. He must have already left to go see Rebecca. Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca. That's all it ever is with that man. Oh well. I decided to just go back to sleep. Well, I wanted to at least. But Dennis' typing reminded me of a clock ticking, and it was driving me nuts. So I got up without speaking a word to him, got dressed, and headed down the hall.
Of course, the first thing I saw after leaving the dorm was Dan and Rebecca in a corner of the hallway doing what they do every morning when they supposedly think everyone is still asleep. And every morning, I walk by and smack him in the back of the head. He knows it's coming, yet he always gets mad. So today, like any other day, I walked right past them and smacked him in the head. I hoped Rebecca's nose didn't start bleeding like that one time because that kind of made me feel bad. And she also hid my Creative Writing book in the janitor's closet, so we were both a little pissed at eachother after that.
(((END OF FLASHBACK)))
I was finally starting to see the city lights coming up. I searched my mind, trying to remember the location of that strip club. I hoped they were still there. At this point in my life, they were my last hope.
Finally I found the damn place and I parked my beat-up car behind the building. I noticed three human silhouettes in the shadows of the alleyway. I approached them cautiously, for some reason, with my hands in my pockets. I recognized Dennis and Dan, but the third was a woman. I tried hard to think if I knew her, but I discovered nothing.
"Hey," I said. "Either of you still remember me or are you too blazed up at the moment?"
Dan surveyed me. I could see his eyes were red and puffy and depressed, not how I remembered them. But hey. Dan gets drunk the most and Dennis gets high the most, so it's understandable.
"Mort? Whatever happened to you, man? Didn't you get divorced or something...?" Dan said, clearly in the dark of my life.
"Yeah. Yeah..."
"So what brings you back here?" Dennis said. His voice surprised me. He used to have such a calm voice. Now it sounded almost as if he was scared to speak. Almost as if he was seperate from the world.
I thought desperately of a way to tell them. "Well-"
I don't know how, but Dan caught on right away. "Oh, you were wondering if you could get that 'diploma' right?"
I stared at him.
Dennis leaned back against the wall. "Heard you took up smoking full-time. Just wondering if you wanted to take it to the next...level."
It was a weird moment. This was when I would give my life up. Yeah, this feels right.
I nodded. "Yeah. That's exactly how I feel. I mean, you guys don't know how much my life has changed since college. My dad died...I lost a baby, and Amy left me. This is almost like a last resort I guess. So...yeah. I think this is what I want."
Dan and Dennis looked at eachother. "Okay," Dennis said casually. "But all I've got right now is heroin. And this...this is strong stuff. And it's addicting. Are you sure you want to do this, Mort? I mean, once you pick up this shit, everything else sounds appealing too. I've known guys who've been in and out of rehab so many times-"
"Dennis. Yes. This is what I want."
He took a breath and took a small bag out of his pocket, his eyes wandering in and out of each end of the alley way, watching for people passing by. But he handed it to me and I stuffed it in my coat. Dan watched me apprehensively. "Be careful, Mort. I'd hate to see anything terrible happen to you."
I sighed. "If you could watch a film of the last eleven years of my life...you would."
I said goodbye to the two of them and walked quickly out to the back of the building again. I got in the car and resisted the temptation to snort it right away. I didn't wanna be snorting and driving at the same time. Actually I don't even know if it's illegal. I'm sure it is, but I never really thought about it before. I guess it'd be a little hard to though. Snort and drive. You'd probably get in an accident just for failure of multi-tasking.
It was while I was driving home that I realized the woman who was standing behind Dennis in the shadows the whole time hadn't said a word. I figured I'd meet her eventually, with the fact that I'd probably be seeing my two friends every week now.
I didn't know if I should be proud of myself for taking this step to a supposedly better life, or if I should be ashamed because one: I am joining my crackhead friends or two: I'm doing it because of Amy.
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A/N: WOAH this story is just taking off! Lol well PLEASE review, ok? I like that! lmao Well ok....maybe I'll post over the weekend. 4-day weekend!! WOOHOO! Lol ok yeah I'm psycho. Well not as much as some people but still. Lol well ok REVIEW people! Luv ya ---jAmIe