The Deepest Depths Of High

Disclaimer: I don't own Mort (unfortunately hehe), or anything else from Stephen King or David Koepp.

Summary: Morts divorce left him feeling so empty and useless. Instead of moving on hes moving on to different things. He starts out with drugs which turns into an addiction but then a new girl enters his life. But can anyone save him now? R for language sexuality and extreme drug & alcohol use.

A/N: Hm...no one is really reviewing. I don't really see the point in continuing this story but I will anyway cuz at least I know I have a couple readers ). Newayz, here we go. ---jAmie

Chapter Three:

I felt like throwing myself into walls until I finally bled to death. What terrible, stupid, awful timing I have! And what a forgetful mind!

I had a meeting this morning at 8:30. I would have never remembered about it if I had not looked at the calendar this morning, which had written on today's date: "meeting with Karsch and fucking lawyers". But it's now 7:54 and I have no time to get more well and rested before I get to the city. And I probably wouldn't make a good impression with the fucking lawyers if the first time they saw me, I was stoned. So I called Karsch and told him I woke up really sick and couldn't get into the city today. He understood but told me we'd have to arrange it for another day. I said I'd think about it.

I had finally fell asleep at about 3:00 this morning. I had just been walking around the house all night looking through every drawer, cabinet, and shelf, trying to find any kind of pills or medicine I could overdose on. All I could manage to find though was Tylenol and Pepto Bismol, but I downed them both. I woke up this morning in a shady kind of haze. It took me a second just to relearn how to open my eyes. They were still dark and puffy when I looked in the mirror. I could barely even pay attention to my appearance in the mirror though. I couldn't even stand. I just collapsed and laid there on the floor in the bathroom. I really felt like I was dying...Like I would just stop existing any second. And that was when...That was when I decided to go into the city.

But of course I wasn't going to see Karsch or the lawyers. As I was driving past the lake and slowly into the city, I was trying to decide if I should go see Dan and Dennis, or Amy. I didn't want Ted to see me like this though. And chances are, Amy was with him. I'd made up my mind. I was gonna go see the guys, then I was gonna stop by Amy's. You know...just to talk....But I had to go load up first.

I had parked behind the familiar building and noticed the two of them. I remembered the girl who had been with them last time. She wasn't here now...Oh well. They noticed me and said hi nervously, asking how it all went.

"At first I wasn't very sure about it all," I said. "But now I feel so...I don't Full."

"That's exactly what it should do," Dennis said. "How many hours of sleep did you get?"

"About five."

"That's decent. Expect a lot less." He really looked at my face for the first time, and his expression changed. "Mort...how much did you take last night? Are you sure you didn't buy off someone else as well?"

"Well...I snorted all the heroine last night, and I was so high, but I still wanted more. So...I took all the pills and medicine I could find in my house."

They both looked at eachother and sighed, looking disappointed. "Mort...Please, don't do that again. If you want some that bad, just call me or something. Don't just go and overdose on non-prescription shit. Do you understand how much that can really damage you?"

"Yeah..." I agreed, not wanting to discuss it any longer. I knew what I'd done was wrong, but I was so close, so close to getting rid of all that pain....All of those memories with Amy...the visions of the motel...they were all slowly disappearing, just leaving me. So Dennis handed me some more heroine, and I said goodbye to both of them and started up the car again. I wondered if I really wanted to go see Amy now. I was highly anticipating going home and snorting my fresh drug.

As I was on the highway, heading over to Riverdale, I noticed a cop car with the sirens on, shooting off in the other direction. For the sake of my own amusement, I wondered what kind of nut case they could be chasing after this time....

OH, DAMN!

I struggled to figure out what to do. God, my two best friends were about to possibly get arrested. I was stuck at a light, so I pulled out my cell phone, and raced through the dozens of unrecognizable numbers on my call list (mostly lawyers and crap), trying to find either of there's. It had to be in there somewhere....After minutes of searching, I found Dan's old cell number. I wasn't sure if he'd gotten a new phone or something, but it rang and I hoped he would answer....

"Hello?" he answered quietly.

"Dan, okay, I'm on the highway and the cops are coming your way!"

"What?"

"Yeah, they got the little siren things on and everything!"

"But who-"

"I don't know, but get out of the alley, okay?"

Dan agreed and hung up. I hoped they were okay. I guess I'd find out later. I spent the rest of the drive home worrying about them. By the time I'd reached the lake, I realized I'd forgotten to go say hi to Amy. Oh well. There was no part of me that really wanted to talk to her right now. I just started thinking about getting quickly into the safety of my house and start getting high again. I wanted to so bad, but the trouble was...someone was sitting on the front steps of my house.

I was startled at first, but then I realized she was the girl who was with Dan and Dennis the other day. I recognized her long brownish-red hair. But that was the only way I recognized her. I hadn't seen her face because it was dark, but now I couldn't see her face either because her arms were wrapped around her knees, and her head was placed between her arms. She looked and sounded extremely upset. I wondered what to do...

I got out of the car, approached her cautiously and she looked up at me when I reached her.

I stared into her green eyes and literally had to take a step back. I was mesmorized by the beauty I instantly noticed in her, even with tears streaming down her face. She cried so pretty....

"Hi," I said breathlessly. "What-what's the matter, miss?"

She stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Mort..."

Of course I was thoroughly surprised when she did. I hadn't felt a woman this beautiful this close to me in about a year. She gave me goosebumps; I tried hard not laugh at myself as I realized I was acting like a teenage boy in high school who had a crush on the popular girl....

She pulled away and stood in front of me, trying to prevent her tears. I really wanted to help her.... "Um...I'm afraid I don't know you, miss....What's your name?"

She smiled. "I'm Tiffany LaRue. I used to go out with Dennis, but...we broke up about three weeks ago."

"Is that why you're upset, Tiffany?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Well...do you wanna talk about it?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I do actually."

"Well, let's go inside." She agreed and I led her in the house and we sat next to each other on the couch. I became aware of the mess my house was, but Tiffany didn't seem to mind. She just kept watching every move I made.

"So what's going on, Tiffany?"

"Well..." She looked around for a little bit before answering. "I really loved Dennis. We went out for about six, seven months...."

Wow. Dennis had never gone out with someone that long before.

"...But I always found something extremely suspicious about him....For a long while, I thought he was cheating on me, which created fights. I really wanted him to love me, and it was depressing to think that he didn't. And that he just wanted to go with other women....I wanted to be with him for a long time...and I wanted to marry him, and have kids....But it just didn't work out."

"Why?"

"Because I found out he wasn't cheating on me."

"And that's why it didn't work out?" I said, confused.

"Kind of. I found out what was so suspicious about him....He had given me a key to his apartment so I had just gone in there one day, but he wasn't there. But I noticed that he had piles of dishes to do, so I picked up a rag and started doing his dishes for him...." A small smile formed on her lips, but it quickly faded. "But then...but then I was putting some clean plates away when I noticed a cabinet that was full of pills...pills and-and drugs and...and all these terrible things-"

She had started to sob again, so I took her in my arms and let her cry into my chest. I could feel her warmth press against me. I could feel the pain she was feeling. Tiffany finding out about Dennis' addiction was a bit like me finding out about Amy cheating on me. I tried not to think about it. I was trying to help Tiffany, not pity over myself.

After a while, her tears were slowly stopping, and she lifted her head off my chest. She looked in my eyes again. Remembering something, I said, "I thought you said you weren't crying because of Dennis?"

"Well...that's kind of just half of the story."

"Oh?"

"Yeah...well, a couple months ago, Dan told me all about you for some reason. He showed me pictures of you guys in college, some of your books, and just told me all these things about you. And you seemed like such a great person...."

"But?"

"But...then I saw you in the alley taking that heroin from Dennis....And I realized that all of the men I were attracted to were going to take drugs....I hate it...."

Wow, I felt guilty. This made me want to stop snorting it, but about thirty minutes ago, snorting was the one thing I wanted more than anything. But now I was thinking I wanted Tiffany more than anything....I wanted her to stay here in my arms forever....But she couldn't do that. I couldn't do that.

But we started talking more and more about drugs, and relationships, and everything. But soon the sun had fallen, and Tiffany decided she should be getting home. "It was really nice talking to you, Mort. I really wish you would quit getting high, but I think you really are a great guy. Maybe we could hang out again sometime...."

"Sure. Just call me whenever." I couldn't help but smile. "Bye, Tiffany."

Then, out of nowhere, she ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me quickly on the lips. She unfortunately let go and I saw her beautiful green eyes stare into mine again. "Bye, Mort." She went out the door quickly and hopped in her car.

For that second, I couldn't help but feel like the happiest man on the planet. I absolutely loved this feeling! Did this mean I loved Tiffany? No, Mort. Don't be stupid....You just met the girl. But now...now I had to decide what would happen if I...you know....Would this feeling increase? Or would it go away? I definately didn't want it to go away...I didn't think anyone else in the universe could make me feel like this except Amy, but I was wrong. Wrong again. TIffany was just as good at it as Amy was. If anything, better.

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A/N: Finally less depression! Lol Mort's so emo.....lmao NEways Please review people! I love ya so much!! ---jAmie