A/N: Well its my first Secret Window fic so if I didn't quite get everything right...don't flame me! I only saw Secret Window once but I do plan to see it again. I did make up the character Alana Nalmon and I do not own anything related to Secret Window or Johnny Depp...it does hurt to say that...:P So anyway please R & R!
Chapter one: Meeting an author
'Continue walking forward. Don't look back. There isn't any need for you to look back. Forget about everything that has just happened and get on with your life.' I continued to tell myself the same thing over and over, hoping that it would ease my pain. The road ahead of me slowly began to blur from my overwhelming emotion. 'Pretty soon there will be a place where you can stop and stay the night, no need to get creeped out now.' After my fiance had just broken the news to me about calling our wedding off, I began to walk down the long road to town. I was so angry at the time that I didn't stop to think twice about my transportation. All I was thinking about was getting away from him, away from the one thing that didn't matter anymore. So I left my car at his house, and began walking. Now, I'm starting to wish I hadn't left his home. Once one car passed, I began counting to see how much time it took for another car to come by. I got to five minutes and decided to quit. I quickly wiped my eyes and looked ahead at a road sign. By reading it I found out that there wasn't another exit for twenty miles. I continued on past the sign and saw a road to my right. Confused, I looked down it, wondering why it wasn't on the sign. I took my chance and began to walk down it. It seemed with every step I took, the woods around me began to close in and the sun was setting faster.
Ahead of me I could see a clearing, and what looked like a lake. I smiled lightly, figuring that there would be some sort of resort here. I passed the lake and after a few more minutes, I began to make out the images of a log cabin. 'See? And you got yourself worried that there wouldn't be a place to stay.' I thought as I began to walk faster. Even if someone was living there temporarily than maybe they would let me at least stay the night. If they had enough courtesy that is. I walked the few steps to the porch and knocked quietly on the door. No answer. I knocked again, only much harder this time.
"Yeah yeah I'm coming." I heard a man say before he opened the door. "Can I help you?" he asked me. I eyed him for a moment, taking in all of his features. His dirty-blonde hair was a little messy but his deep brown eyes were attracting, even behind his glasses. He wore a torn bathrobe with a T-shirt and some sweatpants. I nodded.
"Well I was wondering if you know of a place I could possibly stay. You see I got into a fight with my boyfriend and this place is so beautiful I thought that maybe there was an extra room that I could use for the night." I continued to talk as he watched me carefully. "I have some money and I hope its enough to be able to stay." I paused for a moment, waiting for him to reply. When he didn't say anything I went on. "So...what do you think?" He shrugged slightly and opened the door all the way.
"Please come in." he stated, motioning for me to follow him. I stepped inside the cabin and got a quick look around as he closed the door behind me. The place was a wreck. It was unreal how disgusting everything looked. I winced a little and then turned to him. "Sorry about all the mess." he laughed for a moment. "I'm a single guy now, can you blame me?" I shook my head.
"I completely understand." I watched him as he walked to a nearby couch. Figuring I was to follow him, I did and sat down. He held his hand out to me and I looked at it for a moment as he began to speak.
"My name is Mort Rainey. You're welcome to stay if you'd like I have an extra room but I don't own a resort or anything. I just live here." he watched me for a moment as I shook his hand.
"I'm Alana Nalmon. I won't be of much disturbance I'm just going to stay the night really." I told him as he smiled at me.
"Its perfectly fine. Stay as long as you'd like. But I am an author so don't expect a whole lot of company while you're here." he stood up and walked to the refrigerator, getting two cans of Sprite. "You want one?" he asked me and I nodded. He walked back and handed the can to me then began to walk away. He stopped as if remembering something and turned back around. "Oh and a few more things. One, your room is upstairs on the right, that is if you're positive you're going to stay. Two, I may not be here in the morning when you wake up so don't get freaked out or anything. And finally..." he paused, looking me in the eyes for a moment. "...you don't need to pay me anything. Its just a man doing a good deed." he laughed lightly and I smiled back at him. He seemed nice enough, so I thought I'd agree to stay here. I was always told never to trust a stranger, but he trusted me. He turned back around and walked up the stairs, sitting down at a desk. I then heard the constant clicking of the keyboard as he began his work.
I yawned and decided I should get to bed as early as possible. That way, maybe I could be up before Mort decided to leave. I'm not exactly sure why, but just from talking to him for a few minutes I felt very close to him. He even almost made me forget about my ex-fiance. I stood up and laughed lightly as I began the walk up the stairs. I reached the top and turned to go into a nearby room as I heard him talk to me.
"Sleep well." he said, not even looking away from his work. I turned to him and smiled. I contemplated on whether or not to walk beside him and see what he was typing, but I finally decided not to. What he was working on...was his own business.
"Thank you. I will. And you should get some sleep too." I laughed a little, sounding like his mother. "Don't stay up all night working, its not good for you." he grinned at me then looked back to his work as I walked into the room. I shut the door behind me and, since I had no extra clothes, fell tiredly onto the bed. Before I knew it I was asleep, and dreaming about anything but the day that had just passed.
A/N: I hope this wasn't too short and I already have the second chapter written. I've been told before that I don't put enough detail into stories. I've also been told that I rush and that's why my stories are always too short. Please let me know what you think about those problems when you review!
Chapter one: Meeting an author
'Continue walking forward. Don't look back. There isn't any need for you to look back. Forget about everything that has just happened and get on with your life.' I continued to tell myself the same thing over and over, hoping that it would ease my pain. The road ahead of me slowly began to blur from my overwhelming emotion. 'Pretty soon there will be a place where you can stop and stay the night, no need to get creeped out now.' After my fiance had just broken the news to me about calling our wedding off, I began to walk down the long road to town. I was so angry at the time that I didn't stop to think twice about my transportation. All I was thinking about was getting away from him, away from the one thing that didn't matter anymore. So I left my car at his house, and began walking. Now, I'm starting to wish I hadn't left his home. Once one car passed, I began counting to see how much time it took for another car to come by. I got to five minutes and decided to quit. I quickly wiped my eyes and looked ahead at a road sign. By reading it I found out that there wasn't another exit for twenty miles. I continued on past the sign and saw a road to my right. Confused, I looked down it, wondering why it wasn't on the sign. I took my chance and began to walk down it. It seemed with every step I took, the woods around me began to close in and the sun was setting faster.
Ahead of me I could see a clearing, and what looked like a lake. I smiled lightly, figuring that there would be some sort of resort here. I passed the lake and after a few more minutes, I began to make out the images of a log cabin. 'See? And you got yourself worried that there wouldn't be a place to stay.' I thought as I began to walk faster. Even if someone was living there temporarily than maybe they would let me at least stay the night. If they had enough courtesy that is. I walked the few steps to the porch and knocked quietly on the door. No answer. I knocked again, only much harder this time.
"Yeah yeah I'm coming." I heard a man say before he opened the door. "Can I help you?" he asked me. I eyed him for a moment, taking in all of his features. His dirty-blonde hair was a little messy but his deep brown eyes were attracting, even behind his glasses. He wore a torn bathrobe with a T-shirt and some sweatpants. I nodded.
"Well I was wondering if you know of a place I could possibly stay. You see I got into a fight with my boyfriend and this place is so beautiful I thought that maybe there was an extra room that I could use for the night." I continued to talk as he watched me carefully. "I have some money and I hope its enough to be able to stay." I paused for a moment, waiting for him to reply. When he didn't say anything I went on. "So...what do you think?" He shrugged slightly and opened the door all the way.
"Please come in." he stated, motioning for me to follow him. I stepped inside the cabin and got a quick look around as he closed the door behind me. The place was a wreck. It was unreal how disgusting everything looked. I winced a little and then turned to him. "Sorry about all the mess." he laughed for a moment. "I'm a single guy now, can you blame me?" I shook my head.
"I completely understand." I watched him as he walked to a nearby couch. Figuring I was to follow him, I did and sat down. He held his hand out to me and I looked at it for a moment as he began to speak.
"My name is Mort Rainey. You're welcome to stay if you'd like I have an extra room but I don't own a resort or anything. I just live here." he watched me for a moment as I shook his hand.
"I'm Alana Nalmon. I won't be of much disturbance I'm just going to stay the night really." I told him as he smiled at me.
"Its perfectly fine. Stay as long as you'd like. But I am an author so don't expect a whole lot of company while you're here." he stood up and walked to the refrigerator, getting two cans of Sprite. "You want one?" he asked me and I nodded. He walked back and handed the can to me then began to walk away. He stopped as if remembering something and turned back around. "Oh and a few more things. One, your room is upstairs on the right, that is if you're positive you're going to stay. Two, I may not be here in the morning when you wake up so don't get freaked out or anything. And finally..." he paused, looking me in the eyes for a moment. "...you don't need to pay me anything. Its just a man doing a good deed." he laughed lightly and I smiled back at him. He seemed nice enough, so I thought I'd agree to stay here. I was always told never to trust a stranger, but he trusted me. He turned back around and walked up the stairs, sitting down at a desk. I then heard the constant clicking of the keyboard as he began his work.
I yawned and decided I should get to bed as early as possible. That way, maybe I could be up before Mort decided to leave. I'm not exactly sure why, but just from talking to him for a few minutes I felt very close to him. He even almost made me forget about my ex-fiance. I stood up and laughed lightly as I began the walk up the stairs. I reached the top and turned to go into a nearby room as I heard him talk to me.
"Sleep well." he said, not even looking away from his work. I turned to him and smiled. I contemplated on whether or not to walk beside him and see what he was typing, but I finally decided not to. What he was working on...was his own business.
"Thank you. I will. And you should get some sleep too." I laughed a little, sounding like his mother. "Don't stay up all night working, its not good for you." he grinned at me then looked back to his work as I walked into the room. I shut the door behind me and, since I had no extra clothes, fell tiredly onto the bed. Before I knew it I was asleep, and dreaming about anything but the day that had just passed.
A/N: I hope this wasn't too short and I already have the second chapter written. I've been told before that I don't put enough detail into stories. I've also been told that I rush and that's why my stories are always too short. Please let me know what you think about those problems when you review!