GREETINGS, ALL! Man, I'm getting so many fic ideas lately! Crazy! I've always wanted to start a Secret Window fic! Yayyyyy! This new character is really fun. She's inspired mostly by mah friend Angela! It should get pretty good - i have lots of ideas for it. HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT!

Disclaimer: I am not affiliated in any way with Johnny Depp or anything to do with Secret Window. Neither am I affiliated with any Jrockers or claim to own their souls. SO DONT SUE ME!

CHAPTER 1: DESPERATE ANGEL

"So, for your first day here, you'll be editing a small piece of my new book." Mort Rainey explained to his new editor. "Let me get it… hang on…" He got up and went up stairs to search for his writing.

The day before, Skye Rivers had been hired by the acclaimed writer Mort Rainey to be his editor at home. She would also do a few things around the house. She was staying with him at his cabin in the room downstairs. He wasn't paying her a lot since she wasn't paying him any rent, but it was enough to get her by for a year before she went to graduate's school.

Skye was a smart girl with a very unique style. She had long, blue hair and dressed like a gothic punk. She didn't go overboard on the makeup - normal just mascara, foundation, and clear lip gloss. That particular day, she was wearing a short black skirt with blue vertical stripes on it with black fishnet tights under it. She had on a low cut black short sleeved shirt with a pinstriped jacket over it and a white tie around her neck. She loved to listen to music and would constantly have her headphones on, jamming out to music not so widely known by most people. She really was a sweet girl, not a bad person or anything, nothing bad like her appearance might let on.

"Alright, I found it." Mort said, coming down the stairs. He handed her what he had written and she looked at it.

"This is just one page…" she said.

"Well, yeah, but it took me three weeks to get it right." he told her, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Don't smoke." she warned. "There's a pretty good chance you'll die."

"There's a chance I'm going to get abducted by aliens but do you see me preparing?" he asked, annoyed.

"Fine. Die then." she stated. "Second hand smoking is taking me with you, anyway."

"Just edit, will you?" Mort asked, irritated. "That's what I pay you for." She smiled falsely and looked over the paper. He got up and headed for the kitchen, tripping over an empty bottle of Jack Daniels. "Damn it! This place is never clean! When you're done editing - you said it was just one page - clean up a little for me."

"Of course, Mr. Rainey." she replied sweetly, rolling her eyes when he wasn't looking. She pulled out her headphones and CD player and started listening to some music.

"Sorry I snapped like that - I've got a short temper lately." he told her. She didn't reply; she couldn't hear him over her music. He looked back at her. "Miss Rivers? …Miss Rivers? MISS RIVERS!" She still didn't hear him. He walked over to her and just stood next to her until she looked up at him. She pulled her headphones off.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I just said something to you." he said, anger bubbling.

"Sorry, I was listening to hide." Authors note: hide is pronounced hee-day. Skye apologized.

"…Listening to who?" Mort asked, clueless.

"hide!" Skye exclaimed. She sighed at his ignorance. "He is a former singer of the Japanese rock band X Japan - my personal favorite. He sadly passed away a few years ago, but spun off his own career from the band and was very successful, putting out several CD's of his own."

"Why did I even ask?" Mort said. "I really don't care at all. Look, just edit, alright? But turn that thing down - you'll blow your brains out."

"Whatever." Skye replied.

"If it doesn't, I will - it kills me when people don't listen to me!" he yelled.

"Fine. Sorry." she surrendered. "Quiet hide, then."

"Yeah…" Mort replied. He turned around and went back into the kitchen. "Again, sorry I snapped at you - both times."

"It's okay - lot of stress being a writer, right?" she said. "Fans and pressure and all."

"Yeah." he replied. Silence followed. He didn't have anything to say and she had no reason to listen and he was annoyed by not saying anything about it. "Listen to your music." he surrendered. "Loud as you want - I don't care."

She shrugged and turned her music up. She hummed a little until it got to the point where she was singing quietly.

"Pink spider!" she sang. "Mou dame da! Pink spider! Sora wa mieru no ni! Pink spider!" He was growing annoyed with this and went to her, carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels. She was leaning back on the couch with one foot up on the coffee table. She saw him come and looked up questioningly, pulling off her headphones.

"How can you sing and edit at the same time?" he asked.

"I don't have to think about hide." she told him obviously. "I know his songs by heart."

"…Do you know Japanese?" he asked curiously.

"Nope. Just listen to the music." she replied.

He wondered why he asked. What did he care? "Oh." he offered the bottle to her.

"Don't drink." she told him. "Pata drinks Jack Daniels, you know. Pata was the guitarist for X Japan. Every picture you see of him, he has a bottle of it in his hands." Mort shrugged, unable to care any less. "You shouldn't drink either. Along with your smoking. You know you're going to die."

"I'm aware of that." he stated condescendingly, returning to the kitchen to make a sandwich. She replaced her headphones on her head. He looked through the cabinets and realized he had nothing to make a sandwich with. He sighed. "I'm going out."

She looked up, pulling her headphones off her head again. "What?"

"I'm going out!" he yelled, annoyed. "I just want a fing sandwich! Can't even get that!"

"Woah, watch your language, Mr. Rainey." she warned.

"Clean up this place while I'm gone!" he ordered and stormed out of the cabin.

"That man needs to get some anger management." she muttered. She finished editing his writing and went upstairs. She placed it on his desk and looked around. She spotted a CD player… "Oh, he's gone anyway." She went downstairs, got a CD, and put it in the player. X Japan started playing quietly. She turned the music up extremely loud while she started to clean up.

She looked around the upstairs area and noticed the state of everything. Everything on his desk and the whole area itself was unorganized. As the feeling of being alone set in, she realized that there was something about this house… What was it about this house that made her feel funny? She felt uneasy like… something was there, watching her every moment. It felt like the walls were closing in on her… like something wasn't right… Suddenly, the phone rang. She was standing right next to it, so she could hear it over the music. She hurried to the CD player and hit pause. She then ran back to the phone and answered it.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Skye?"

"Yes?"

"This is your mother." the voice on the other line said. "How are you?"

"Fine…" Skye replied doggedly.

"Just fine?" her mother asked. "You told me you were living with this Morton Rainey and I'm worried to death."

"Why would you be worried?" Skye asked blankly. 'Never cared before.' she thought.

"Because!" her mother exclaimed. "You're up there in the middle of nowhere with some strange man you don't even know!"

"He's really nice, mother." Skye told her, neglecting to mention the hellish temper problem. "Don't worry."

"Well, I do worry. …Look, Skye, why don't you just stop with this idea of being a writer in the first place?" her mother asked. "It's not realistic. You can't do it."

"Yes, I can." Skye told her. "I'm studying with a professional writer now. Besides, when I go back to college to get my master's, I'll be ready - I'll know what to do even more."

"How many famous writers are out there? Only a few make it big."

"I don't care - I just want something published." Skye explained. "I want to express myself through my books."

"I still don't think it's a good idea." her mother piped in.

Skye clenched her fists. Her mother did this every time. Constantly: "you can't," "only a few get big," "what if you don't make enough money?" Every time. Why can't she just be encouraging and supportive?

'Why does she always have to be such an idiot!' Skye thought angrily.

"It's my life - I'll do what I want." Skye said defiantly.

"Why can't you listen to me like you did when you were little?" her mother asked. "Your sister still listens to me! You're just like your brother! No regard for anything but yourself! You're another one of those bad people who don't listen to their parents! Do you know what I went through to raise you right?"

"Yes, I do…" Skye said wearily.

"Why do you insist on being just like your brother!"

"I'm not…"

"Yes, you are!" her mother cried. "You'll never change! You're one of them now! Fine! I still have your sister anyway!"

CLICK.

The dial tone buzzed in Skye's ears as tears came to her eyes. She was so angry, she could just… Something about this house… didn't help her anger… The house felt twisted in some way. Like it knew a secret and was dying to tell it. The house increased the tension in the air and Skye wondered what she would do if her mother were actually there; it seemed the house would've fed into an impulse…

Skye sniffled, violently rubbing her eyes, and went back to the CD player. She pushed play and music blared throughout the house. She overcame her distress and started to clean, picking up empty Jack Daniels bottles as she went.

"This man is seriously another Pata…" she muttered.

"Hi Ho!" hide sang from the CD player. She sang along with it, continuing to clean. "Hi Ho!"

Finally, she finished cleaning the main part of the house. She looked around for more to clean; she was on a roll! She came to the door to his room and placed her hand on the doorknob.

'Well, hey, might as well clean it for him.' she thought and opened the door. The room was messy as heck! 'Oh, man… Well, I've got nothing else to do…' She finished cleaning his room and exited.

'There's nothing to do now…' she thought. She looked around for something interesting to do and spotted one of his books on a high shelf. 'That looks interesting…'

Mort drove up to his house and got out of the car. He could hear the music from outside. He sighed in annoyance and went up to the front door which was vibrating from the noise. He went inside the house and was hit with a blast of music.

"CELEBRATION! RING A BELL, SWING YOUR HEART, SING A SONG!" the music blared. He covered his ears and proceeded upstairs to axe murder the CD player. "CELEBRATION! THROW AWAY, SAIL AWAY, SHOUT IT OUT!"

He looked around and saw her at a bookshelf, reaching up fro a book which consequently made her skirt shorter. He was distracted by this for a moment, but then realized his eardrums were about to burst. He hurried to the CD player and shut it off. She quickly turned around.

"Oh, Mr. Rainey, hi!" she greeted cheerfully. "I cleaned like you asked."

"Don't play your music that loud!" Mort cried, ears ringing. "I felt like my head was going to explode!"

"Sorry." she apologized. "it's X Japan - I have to play it loud. …That's just… X Japan…"

He sighed. "I left the groceries in the car - would you get them for me?" he asked.

"Sure!" she replied. She went out to the car and retrieved the groceries.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!" Mort yelled, bounding down the stairs.

"C-Cleaned the house…" she stuttered, startled.

"You went into my room!" he yelled. "What were you thinking!"

She set the groceries on the counter. "Calm down. Afraid I'm going to find the dead body you keep under your bed?" She sniggered and went into her room.

He stood for a moment, thinking. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he ran upstairs to his room. He flung the door open and dashed to his bed. He looked under it and sighed in relief at the emptiness residing there and the fact that there was no dead body.

Suddenly, the phone rang. He left his room and answered it.

"Hello?" Mort answered.

"Hello? Is this Mort Rainey?"

"Yes…"

"This is Delilah - Skye's mother." she said.

"Oh, hello." he replied. "She's doing a very good job right now…"

"Well, look, I'm calling because I want to warn you not to touch my daughter. She's young and innocent and doesn't realize what risk she's taking living with some strange man." Delilah scolded.

"Mrs. Rivers, I-"

"Mrs. Orwell." she corrected. "Divorced my husband years ago."

Mort twitched, holding back anger. "Mrs. Orwell… I can assure you that your daughter is quite safe here - you don't have to worry."

"Well, I do worry." Skye's mother replied strictly. "And I won't hesitate to sue you."

CLICK. Mort stared at the phone as the dial tone sounded in his ear. He hung up, angry at Skye's mother's rudeness. He went downstairs and knocked on Skye's door.

She opened the door. "Yeah?"

"Uh, your mother just called…" he told her.

"Oh, no…" Skye replied. "She's insane - ignore everything she says. I'm sorry. She was probably rude."

"Yeah…" he said. He looked around her room, seeing that she had been putting up posters. "Who are these people?"

"Huh? Oh! Jrockers!" she told him, going to a poster of a Jrocker dressed in a kimono, wearing lots of makeup.

"She's pretty." he said, examining the poster.

Skye laughed. "Yeah, that's Gackt. He's a man."

He paused. "…No…"

"Yeah."

"… …Eugh!" he exclaimed. "I'm staying out of here!"

"Hahaha!" she laughed. "Don't worry - it's happened to me, too. I thought this one Jrocker was really hot - turns out he was a woman… Japan can really mess with your head."

"Uh… anyway… your mother told me she'd sue me if I touched you."

"Ugh! She's such an idiot!" Skye cried. "I could just slap her sometimes!"

Hit her. A voice said in the back of her head. Kick her. Stab her. Kill her.

"I didn't say that!" she cried.

"…What?" Mort asked.

"Huh? Oh - nothing…" Skye dismissed. "Um… I'm going to lie down… I have a headache…" She shut the door.

Yay! Chapter 1! Shall we all have a CE-LE-BER-ATION? Yes, let's! Drinks all around! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it! YAY FOR JROCK! Go listen now. GO! But first, leave me a review! REVIEW! PLEASE!