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: Hey hey hey! I love you!

Chapter Two:

(((FLASHBACK)))

It was Sunday morning and me, Matt, and Dan had just got back from church, finding Dennis unsurprisingly at his computer. Not that Dennis didn't ever go to church, he was just really stressing over this Calculus exam and chose not to go. You see, me and my three best friends grew up in a little place called Pierson, Louisiana. And Pierson is a pretty religious small town and there are very few students left on campus on Sunday morning, unless they have a good reason. For Dennis, a Calculus exam is an excellent reason.

Actually it was really just me and Matt coming back from church because right afterwards, Dan met up with Rebecca. He gave us the excuse that "they'd had plans for Sunday all week." But we didn't really care. Me and Matt just decided to go waste some time and go play basketball in the gym.

So we went down there and went in the gym. With our scattered brains though, we'd obviously forgotten that the cheerleaders had practice after church every Sunday. Matt became extremely embarrassed and ran out quickly. He said, "I'm gonna go back to bed. I'll see you later."

I thought of something and followed him back to the dorm. As he went back to sleep, I took my laptop, went back to the gym and sat down on the bleachers. I opened up my most recent document which was currently 112 pages. I was working really hard lately to reach 200 but that didn't look like it was going to happen any time soon. Especially not today....

I could sense the cheerleaders watching me for some reason. I continued typing, but they continued watching. I didn't understand what they found so interesting....I even pushed my glasses back on my nose and they broke out laughing. At this, I finally looked up from my laptop and stared at them, confused. Then one of them came over to me.

"Sorry," she said, her blond curls bouncing uncontrollably. "My friends and I were just wondering what you were writing about."

"Oh, it's nothing really-"

She sat down next to me and looked at the screen. "That's a lot of stuff. Do you write a lot?"

"Um...yeah."

"That's cool. Hey...I was just wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?"

I was stunned. Literally. "You-you wanna go out with me?"

"Yeah." She smiled. "I'm Amy."

"I'm Mort."

"So do you want to go out sometime, Mort?"

I honestly didn't know what to say, so I said what I wanted to say, "Yeah."

(((END OF FLASHBACK)))

I found myself lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling, thinking about all the times me and Amy had together. But then I realized how much I hated those memories. The night I'd found out she'd been cheating on me, I couldn't help but go home and rip up all the pictures, break the CD of our wedding song, and just simply throw things. That was really what I felt like doing after I started thinking about the time I met Amy. But really...there was nothing left in my house to rip up or break or throw. But then I remembered....

I got up and picked up my coat. I felt in the pocket and found the bag of heroin Dennis had given me. I guess this was it....After this, I would probably never feel the same again. Good.

I laid it all out flat on the coffee table in front of the couch and took a straw from the kitchen. I really didn't know what I was doing, but it felt right. So I went back in the living room and flat out snorted it. I did it continuously for a couple minutes until I really started to feel a headache coming. After about ten minutes I suddenly started feeling really dizzy and I laid back down on the couch on my back, coughing. I was then in a whirlwind of the colors of my house and closed my eyes. I don't know why, but I then started to laugh idiotically. I laughed, confronting the fact that I had just snorted heroin. It was quite humorous after much thought. I opened my eyes again and noticed that everything in the room was foggy, and the light was hurting my eyes. I closed them once again, wishing I could just seal them shut, but knowing that that wasn't really a possibility at this point. I was only one step in....but maybe one day.

I started to laugh even more, imagining Amy walking in right now, seeing the picture of me lying on the couch laughing uncontrollably, and a decent dosage of heroin spread across my coffee table. I laughed and laughed, knowing that if I had any neighbors, they would probably call the police right about now. These kind of thoughts reminded me that I still had a pretty stable brain, and I hadn't done that much to my body yet. I'd just take it one day at a time. Yeah...Amy obviously didn't like this body or this mind anymore, so why let either of them live on? Yeah, that's exactly how I felt....I wanted Amy to feel as much pain as I did they day I caught her. But as for me, I wanted to make it go away. I'd suffered enough right?

Yes. It was about time that I laughed. It was about time that I felt happy again. I opened my eyes, not fully knowing if I'd fallen asleep or not. But I looked around and noticed my vision had repaired while my eyes were closed. I saw the rest of the drug lying there on the table, patiently waiting for me to inject it into myself. It was so tempting....And I took it.I snorted it again, not wanting to kill my mind all at once, wanting it to last long enough for Amy to know. For Amy to find out and come over and find me like this.

By the end of the day, I'd snorted it all though. It was all gone. I regretted using all up in one day, but I just absolutely adored the feeling it gave me. It made me feel so...happy. Happiness was the one thing Amy took away from me. It seemed as if this shit was the only thing that could give me back that required quality. I thought and assumed Dennis would be expecting me back tomorrow. And I probably would be coming back tomorrow. I had to. I was out of the stuff that made me feel so good. I was out of my Amy. And no, I don't miss her. I just miss the happiness she gave me. She had been so nice when it came to happiness and me. I laughed some more. Now her supply of happiness was being given to Ted. That ugly-ass fucking son of a bitch. I laughed hysterically, not noticing a bit that I was almost falling off of the couch. Yeah, that felt good. Now if I could only say that to his face. Then what would happen? I don't know. I don't even know what will happen tomorrow.

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A/N: Wow this is getting really deep. Please review..... ---jAmie