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CHAPTER 7: SILENT JEALOUSY

The next few days were just fine. Happy, in fact. Skye's cell phone hadn't rang once and Mort was very inspired to write. She thought things were getting much better in her life, and maybe this whole thing with her family would blow over. Maybe they'd realize that she was, in fact, twenty two, and could handle her own life just fine. By this time, Skye realized that she'd probably be better off going on some kind of birth control since… there was no guarantee that they wouldn't ya know again…

Though, after another week, things started looking down again. Skye, as glad as she was, hadn't heard anything from her family… but she didn't know if that was bad or good… She started to worry. Mort lost his temper a lot more than he used to and was in a bad mood a lot.

One day, Mort slumped down on the couch, frustrated. He'd just spent the entire morning writing. Skye was in the kitchen, finishing up with some dishes from lunch. She saw that he'd come down and went to sit beside him.

"Hey." she greeted. "Get much writing done?"

"No, and I don't want to talk about it." he snapped.

"Oh… alright…" she said, a little taken off guard, and put her arms around him.

"Can I just sit here for a minute without you all over me?" he asked bitterly.

She recoiled. "Sure, sorry…" She looked at him confusedly. Yeesh, such a short fuse today… He sighed in annoyance and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. She furrowed her brow as he lit it. "Erm… could you not smoke? You know I hate it…"

"Yeah, well, maybe the world doesn't have to revolve around you." he snapped. "I just want to smoke a fucking cigarette, is that too much to ask!" She looked at him, scathed, for a moment, and got up and stormed to her room. She turned on her CD player and blasted some Dir en Grey. Mort took the cigarette from his mouth and slammed it onto the ashtray. He got up and opened Skye's door. "And will you turn that shit down! It's driving me crazy!"

Skye sighed and nodded. She got up and turned the music down. He slammed her door shut and she stared after him. She put her headphones into her CD player and listened to some good "Obscure."

"Mekurume-iro… yoru ga hajimari hito ga hishimeku, zakuro-iro… toge wo sashite kanata wa kieru!" Kyo sang with angst.

After getting her Diru fill, she turned off her CD player and went to sleep. Mort had done the same (just without the Diru). He'd gone upstairs to sleep and stayed that way for several hours. After he woke up, he realized how mean he'd been and guiltily went into Skye's room.

"Skye?" he asked carefully, going to the side of her bed. She opened her eyes and gazed at Mort. Upon seeing him, she sat up hopefully. "Skye, I'm really sorry… I'm such a bastard sometimes…"

"Oh, it's alright… we all have our days…" she said, still a bit uneasy.

He lied down on his back next to her. She turned on her side and moved closer to him. She ran her fingers through his hair and stared at him, debating on whether to confess about her personality problem… She traced the features of his face with her fingers and decided.

"Mort…" she began, "can I tell you something? You have to promise me you won't freak out, though…"

"Sure…" he agreed.

"Erm… I…"

What are you doing?

"I have… well… I have… damn it, I'm just going to spit it out." she stated. "I have schizophrenia…" He just looked at her. "I didn't want to tell you because it wasn't bad up to now, but it's bad now and it keeps talking to me and I'm really scared, Mort, because I don't know what to do…" she had finally broken down and started crying into his chest. "Please help me, Mort! Please!"

HE CAN'T HELP YOU, SKYE! NO ONE CAN!

"…Skye, I… I… I'm sorry…" Mort said, rubbing her back consolingly. "I've… read about that condition and--"

Yeah, read about it, that's how you know, lying bastard!

"I think what you need to do is… just try and drive it out of your head yourself…" he told her. "I'm here for you whenever you need me…"

Yeah, when you're not yelling at us like Kyo!

Skye nodded, hugging Mort. Now with her family out of the picture… he really was the only one she had to cling onto… and she was starting to get pretty clingy…

"No matter what happens, I'm here for you." he told her gently.

Fuck that! You've been such a bastard lately! How are we supposed to believe you when you're being such an ass!

"Mort, make it stop!" she pleaded helplessly, still crying. "Please, Mort, help me!"

When did you get to be such a wimp, Skye! What the hell are you doing?

"Skye, I… I don't know what to do…" he replied uneasily.

"…Kiss me." she stated. "She doesn't talk when you kiss me." He held her tighter and kissed her. She rested her head on his chest and sighed.

Nice, Skye. Nice. Well, you might as well get some sex out of this, huh? You know that's why I'm so fond of Mr. Rainey here. He's quite a lot of man, isn't he? But now that you've revealed that you're completely insane, he's not going to want to stay with you, now, is he? Even if he's going to lie about not being just as insane as you are.

"I don't understand…" she said. "I don't know why she keeps talking to me… I don't know why she's doing this… Oh, Mort, I'm not crazy, please don't leave me…"

"Leave you?" he asked. "I wouldn't do that. So you have a bit of a problem. It's not your fault."

"It isn't! It isn't my fault! There's nothing I can do!" she panicked. "She'll never leave me alone! And neither will my mother! She'll just call back and make hell for me! Why can't I just rest, Mort! Why does there always have to be something causing me pain! It's not fair!"

Quit whining, you worthless piece of shit! Honestly, you're so weak!

"Please, Mort, make her be quiet!" she pleaded. He looked concerned, but kissed her. "Don't stop…"

"Oh, I wasn't intending to." he told her with a smile.

"But… let's go upstairs, huh?" she suggested. "It's weird having Yoshiki stare at us."

"I told you it'd be weird to do anything in here." he said, and they went upstairs.

The next morning, Skye woke up before Mort did and slipped into his robe again. She went downstairs to start some kind of breakfast. She put on a pot of coffee and started on some pancakes.

Morning, Skye. Skye did nothing to react. Maybe if she ignored it, it would go away. I said, morning, Skye. Aren't you going to speak to me?

"Arittake no ai de kimi no subete wo, tsutsumikonde," Skye sang quietly, "ageyou--"

Don't you try and cover me up with cheesy Gackt songs!

"Mou nidoto kanashimi ga otozurenai youni, kimi wo mamoritai--"

It takes more than Gackt cheese to drown me out!

'Shut up, Gackt could kill you with his mind and you know it.'

What would he do? Sick the hidden meat on me? Because he knows it's there. Maybe he would dazzle me to death with his amazing ability to read and prepare curry at the same time -- butt naked.

'Yeah, you know, he might.'

Shut up, don't use Gackt as a distraction. Please, if I can handle "Love Letter," I can handle anything.

'What are you rambling about! Just say what you want to say and leave me alone -- and I like "Love Letter."'

I wanted to say, aside from your liking "Love Letter" blasphemy, that Mort must not care that much about you.

'What! Are you crazy!'

He hasn't confided in you about his problem yet, you know.

'Maybe he's trying to stay strong for me, huh? What if that's it?'

Where do you get these crazy "love conquers all" ideas? Honestly?

'From "Love Letter."'

THAT'S IT! I'm getting that CD banned… Skye… why don't you just let me take over? I've noticed how stressed out you are lately. If you just let me go ahead and take over, you'll realize that it's a lot easier. I can live your life so much better, and you won't have to make any hard decisions or anything. I'll even stay with Mort as long as he stays with us.

'No! It's my life, okay! I came first, not you!'

You can't handle life, Skye! You go crying to Mort to please help you like a wimp! I'm starting to think like Shooter. He doesn't like you, maybe I don't like Mort so much. Sex can only last so long and I'm starting to get a little annoyed with your precious Mr. Rainey.

'Well, it's not your life, so let me handle it!'

When have you ever been able to handle anything! Back when we lived at home, you screwed up a lot, you know! Skye started breathing quickly, panicking. Half the crap that happened to us wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a weakling! She shook her head, covering her ears. You're insane, just face it!

'There's nothing wrong with me…'

And if you keep going on like this, you'll snap and kill yourself or something!

'Nothing wrong with me…'

Something's got to give, Skye. Something's got to give! YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT!

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She didn't want to hear it. She started screaming to down out the other voice. Mort stumbled downstairs to see what was wrong. He grabbed onto her upper arms and tried to hold her still.

"Skye, what's wrong!" he exclaimed. She stopped, still breathing heavily.

"She… she wouldn't be quiet…" Skye said timidly. "She kept saying… terrible things… and she wouldn't stop…" He sighed worriedly and released her. He sat down and put his head in his hands. "Oh… oh, Mort, I'm sorry… this must be a lot of stress on you… I'm sorry…"

"…Good." he stated. She looked at him. "Not to mention the fact that I still haven't finished my fucking book because I've been so busy keeping you sane or whatever." She looked devastated. Why was he saying these things? "My mind is clouded and if it's clouded, then how can I write my ending! It's the most important part of the story!"

"Mort, I'm sorry…" she told him, nervously pulling the robe closed more.

"The most important part! I can't have anything get in the way of that! With things going how they are right now, chances are, I won't get my ending!" he yelled. "And take that off, damn it, you remind me of that bitch Amy wearing that thing around!"

She furrowed her brow, but decided to be brave for once. She was going to dig just a little if she could. Maybe he'd confess about his problem…

"'That bitch' Amy?" she asked. "I thought… being your wife and all… I thought you loved her."

"I did, but she cheated on me and got what she deserved." he told her. "The perfect ending."

"The perfect ending? She died…"

"Yeah." he replied obviously. He looked up at her, realizing he'd let a few too many things slip. "Don't even think about telling anyone what you just heard. People will take it the wrong way. Just because I wanted her to die, doesn't mean I killed her." She just looked at him. "YOU UNDERSTAND ME -- IT DOESN'T MEAN A DAMN THING! AND I TOLD YOU TO TAKE THAT OFF!" He picked up a mug that was sitting on the table and hurled it in her general direction. She dodged the flying glass and just looked at him for a moment.

"What is wrong with you?" she asked. "Just tell me. You think I'm going to judge you or something? What does my opinion matter, anyway? Just tell me what's wrong with you because I know you're not this much of an ass!"

"There's nothing wrong with me -- you're just ruining everything." he told her coldly.

"Fine, whatever, I'm going into town." she stated and marched off to her room. She threw some clothes on and headed for the door. Mort hadn't moved from where he was.

"What are you going to do in town?" he asked warily.

"I'm going to buy something." she replied, grabbing the keys off the hook.

"What are you going to buy?" he asked.

"Like it's your business."

"Maybe it is my b--"

"Fuck off, Mort, seriously." she interrupted angrily and stormed out.

When she got back, she found that Mort was asleep on the couch. She didn't want to talk to him, so she was careful not to wake him. He woke up a few hours later and entered Skye's room cautiously. She was lying on her bed with her headphones on, listening to "Saku" by Dir en Grey.

"Hey, Skye…" he said, trying to get her attention, but the music was too loud. "SKYE!" She looked up at him and pulled her headphones off.

"What?" she asked.

"…Your hair… it's black… Why?"

"Maybe I got tired of blue." she replied angrily. "Maybe I just don't like it anymore." She hit stop on her CD player and got up. She grabbed a CD off her shelf and looked at it. "Like I just don't like 'Love Letter.'" She threw "Love Letter" across the room violently.

"Skye, I'm sorry about--"

"If you were sorry, it wouldn't keep happening." she interrupted. "I know what's wrong with you, Mort. You've got the same problem as me, don't you?" He froze. "I thought you might tell me since I told you. I thought you loved me enough to confide in me but I guess I was wrong and she was right."

"No, Skye, please," he pleaded, "I wanted to help you. But I couldn't do that if I was trying to get help from you, too. I didn't want you to worry more, anyway… I don't… I don't know how you know, but… now that it's all out… can I… tell you about it?" She considered this for a moment and finally nodded. "When I yell at you… it isn't me… it's… Todd Downey…" Todd Downey… that sounded familiar… Sowing Season. It was from that other version of Secret Window! The main character… "Then there's another one… John Shooter…" he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "And… they're not going to be happy with me telling you this…"

She looked at him and saw how distressed he looked and realized it was sincere. This wasn't some crappy excuse to get out of getting yelled at… this was genuine. He really was worried… and he looked pitiful. She slowly walked over to him and hugged him.

"What a fine pair of loons we make, huh?" she told him, hugging him. She sighed. "What are we going to do?"

"…I don't know…"

"Shooter's bothering you a lot lately, hasn't he?" she asked. He nodded. "He doesn't like me, right?" He shook his head. "The one in my head doesn't like you anymore either… Maybe… if we spent a little time apart… we could figure something out… What do you think?" He nodded. "Not talking too much today, are you?" She released him and placed her hands on the sides of his head. "No matter what happens to us, Mort… I love you."

He gazed into her eyes, wishing things could've been different. "…I love you, too, Skye… And ahead of time… I apologize for anything I do… just remember, it isn't me…"

"…Same here." she replied and kissed him.

The next day, Skye had gathered some of her things, deciding to spend a week in the motel not too far from the lake. She bid Mort a temporary farewell and called a cab to give her a ride.

A few days went by. Mort spent every moment of his days writing, and so did Skye. She ended up adding and changing things in her book Comeuppance. One day, though, in the middle of the week, Skye woke up feeling terrible. She knew this was going to be a bad day and didn't want to find out why. Later, however, this was answered by her cell phone ringing. Why she answered it was beyond her, but she did, nonetheless. She couldn't avoid her family forever.

"Hello?"

"Skye? This is your mother."

"Hi." Skye said rigidly.

"Skye, I've been thinking." her mother stated.

'Congratulations, bitch.' Skye thought angrily.

"I think you need to get a hold of reality. You'll change your mind about this writing thing and you'll thank me for putting my foot down."

"What?" Skye asked confusedly.

"I know you wanted to go to graduate's school to pursue this, but I've decided I'm not going to let you." her mother said. "I'm cutting off all funds to you. You're going to have to get a real job now."

"What?" Skye asked, devastated.

"You don't know, but I had to work for my money." her mother continued. "I'm sorry about this, but it's the way of the world."

"No! No, please!" Skye exclaimed, tears coming to her eyes.

Kill her. Kill her, Skye. Do it!

"You're acting like your brother now! Stop that!" her mother ordered. "You'll thank me. Now, come home at once! And don't even mention that Mort Rainey to me. You'll thank me for that, too. It's just lust, I'm sure. So pack up and come home now or you'll be sorry. You can't live without my help, so just come home, and maybe I'll try to forgive you for all the horrid things you've done." Beep. Skye looked at her cell phone. It read CALL ENDED. She started crying. This wasn't fair! She needed that money! She needed school! It was the only thing that was keeping her sane, knowing that she would someday be able to rise above this problem and be something better than that… She smashed her phone to the ground and stomped on the remnants of it.

Eh, who cares how much your mom paid for that phone -- piece of shit. But don't you wish that was her head? Just smash it into bits. It would be so easy. Go to her house, pick up a lamp, and smash away.

'I've got to talk to Mort… he'll know what to do…' she thought.

Oh, yes, talk to Mort. Because Mort just looooooves you.

'He does love me! He said so many times!'

And he never lies. Never, never, never.

'No! He doesn't! Mort doesn't!'

He's crazy, you can't trust him!

'Shut up, I'm losing it, too, and you know it! I can't just sit here and take this! I have to go to school! If I don't, then I won't be good enough to be a writer, and if I'm not a writer, then I'll have no reason to live, will I!'

Yeah… a career is important…

'It's the only thing that's kept me sane since I can remember. I can't let this go.' She called a cab again, got her things together, and went back to the cabin. When she arrived, however, she noticed a car out in front. 'Mischa's… I suppose she came by to hang out and I'm not there…' She went to the door and opened it. She dropped her things by the door and headed for the staircase.

Stop. Skye stopped. What's that sound…? Her stomach turned over and stumbled up the stairs and threw Mort's door open.

"Oh, shit…" she groaned.

Great. What did I tell you? Mort who looooves you so hopped into bed with your friend just after you leave. That's love.

"Skye, please don't… erm… I just…" Mischa struggled to explain, but Skye didn't give her time to speak.

"Shut up." Skye ordered. "Get out right now." Skye stormed downstairs and Mischa threw her things on quickly and followed her.

"Skye, just--"

"I don't care what you have to say." Skye stated coldly. "Why does everyone always want something? Every friend I've ever had has only been my friend because they wanted something. Well, you wanted Mort, and you had him. Satisfied? I know I was for a while."

"Skye--"

"WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY SAY THAT COULD HELP ME!" Skye screamed. Mischa silenced. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" She shoved Mischa into the front door angrily. Mischa struggled to get up and left the house at top speed.

"Skye!" Mort exclaimed, hurrying downstairs, now dressed.

"I don't want to talk to you." she told him. "Now I know that sincerity doesn't exist and life only gets in the way of love." She grabbed her things and stormed to her room. She put a CD in her CD player and blasted "Obscure" by Dir en Grey as loud as her head would allow. Mort banged on her door, trying to reason with her, but she wouldn't listen.

An hour later, Skye realized she was totally parched. She'd cried so much, she needed refilling with some nice cold water. She opened her door and went into the kitchen. Mort was up at his desk, writing, and spotted her. He bolted downstairs.

"Before you run away, you have to promise you'll give me a chance to explain." he told her.

"Explain what?" she asked. "It doesn't matter anymore -- nothing matters anymore."

"Skye… please… How about… at about nine we sit outside and talk, alright?" he suggested. "I think talking will do us both some good." She paused and looked at him. "I've got some… great wine--"

"I don't drink, you know that."

"I thought nothing mattered anymore."

She sighed. "Fine. At nine, then." she agreed. She went in her room and drifted off to sleep.

Skye woke up at just about nine o' clock sharp. She didn't feel like she'd slept all. It was pitch dark outside except for the porch lights around the house. Mort had set up a table and chairs on the porch and had set out the wine, ready to be drank. Skye came outside, looking extremely distressed. She was wearing a black spaghetti strap shirt and very baggy black pants. She was singing "Obscure" under her breath and didn't seem to care about the world around her at all. She sat down on the porch with Mort.

"Why?" Skye asked, running her fingers along the rim of her wineglass. Mort didn't ask "why what?" because he knew exactly what she meant.

"…I needed someone, Skye, and… she just happened to stop by…" he told her. "It didn't mean anything…"

She shook her head and sighed. "Famous last words." She looked up at him. "My mother called. I'm not going to graduate's school and I'm not living with you anymore. My life has fallen apart completely."

"Skye, you can still live with me… I… I just needed someone and… and you'll be here." he reasoned. "I can send you to school, you know."

"Mort, please. It wouldn't work." she said. "Our other personalities hate each other. I wanted to make it work, Mort… I really did…"

Surprise, Skye.

Skye froze. She started to get dizzy and things started to get blurry.

"Skye? Are you alright?" Mort asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." she replied, standing up. "Fine… if this really isn't going to work… then I want one more hug from you."

"Alright…" he agreed and stood up. He hugged her. She reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a syringe. She uncapped it and stuck it in the base of his spine, injecting him with something. He froze and shortly passed out. She dragged him down the stairs and onto the ground. The porch light made a spotlight on him as he lied there unconscious. She reached into her other pocket and pulled out a book. It was the book that had been under Mort's mattress. She held it in her hands tightly. She sat down on the steps and started to sing. It started raining as Mort regained consciousness and looked at her.

"You say anything just tell me all your sweet lies, say anything enji kirenai kokoro ni." She looked straight at him with cold eyes. "Close your eyes and I'll kill you in the rain…"

"Wh-what happened…?" he asked warily.

"You're paralyzed from the neck down." she replied coldly. He furrowed his brow in confusion. "It's nice to finally be able to say what I want to say. I guess you've heard of me, though."

"…You're not Skye, are you?" he asked.

"Sharp as a tack, Mort Rainey, I always thought so." she said sarcastically. "The name's Solange, it's great to hurt you in person. Skye took the backseat for a little while. So, we've sort of switched places. Now she's the annoying voice in the back of my head. While she's listening, I might as well make a few things clear. When she fell asleep a little while ago, you know how I said I was going to town to get more hair dye? Well, that's not where I was going. I got a hold of this handy stuff here." she held up the syringe. "I also got something else that will come in handy later. I went into your room, too, while you were out here setting all this up, and I snatched this." She held up the book and opened it. "Let's see… after we get past about ten pages of nothing but the word 'Shooter…' All work and no play makes Mort a dull boy, huh? Well, here we go, I quote, 'I finally did it… I finally took control of my life. I feel better than ever now. I'm free. Amy's gone. Ted's gone. I got rid of Tom Greenleaf and Ken Karsch, too. I pushed Tom and Ken off the cliff in a car. They were getting in the way, and I couldn't have that. But Amy and Ted, yes, I got rid of them. With good reason, I got rid of them. No one will ever know, either! I buried them. In the garden, under the corn. Soon, every bit of her will be gone, and her death will be a mystery. Even to me.'"

She looked at him, smirking. "I always knew you had it in you to do that. Skye never believed me, though."

"It wasn't me… it was Shooter." Mort reasoned.

"I think Skye and I have had enough of you for a long time." she stated and reached into another pants pocket. She pulled out a gun. "It's time for you bid us a very fond farewell. We'll miss you. In fact, I'll toast to you, Mort Rainey." she picked up the wine glass. "Here's to terrific sex." She drank down the wine in one gulp.

"Hey, Solar eclipse, or whatever your name is?"

"Solange." she growled angrily.

"Shooter can be such a bastard, can't he?" Mort said. "I just want to tell you that you gulped down a fair helping of arsenic." She froze and dropped the glass. She started to get dizzy again and things got fuzzy. She looked up at Mort with different eyes. "You're Skye now, aren't you?" She nodded. "I'm sorry… Shooter did it, I didn't."

She looked at him with a softened expression, gun still in hand. She got up and went to him. She sat down on top of him and kissed him. "Life's too hard, Mort. You and I… we're too tortured to go on. I'm glad this happened." she coughed, the poison getting to her. "I love you and I know you love me, too. We can't let things get in the way of that. And this will be the perfect ending. Gackt was right with 'Love Letter.' Love does conquer all." she kissed him again. "Now we can be together forever."

"Skye… wait a minute, you don't want to do that…" Mort said.

"Yes, I do." she replied, coughing. "Tell me you love me, Mort."

"Skye…"

"Tell me."

"…I love you…" he admitted.

"We can never be free as long as we're alive." she coughed. "…I love you, Mort." She put the gun to his head and kissed him one last time. "…I love you…"

BANG! Mort laid lifeless under Skye. She tossed the gun away and lied down, resting her head on Mort's chest. With a look of absolute peace, the poison took its toll and Skye's life finally drained away.

Well, that's that. I hope you enjoyed my fic! I write it for you! Hope the ending didn't disappoint! I worked hard for a long time on this! Anyway, love you all! If you liked this, perhaps you can check out my other fanfics! My profile page tells you the order in which they go! Thanks for reading, guys! Ta!

Before I go, I should address a few things. The hidden meat and cooking curry naked while reading is... complicated... It's the big Gackt fans' inside joke. On the Utaban interviews, he explained how the good meat at the supermarket is hidden in the back. And he goes back and demands to buy the hidden meat, that he knows it's there. Plus, he loves to make curry and he cooks naked... while reading a book. Yes, he's a weirdo. Anyway... yeah!

Haha... actually, the "Here's to terrific sex" thing is a quote from Golden Girls, one of mah favorite shows ever. So... yeah. Okay, I think that's all. Any other questions, I will be glad to answer! ; Ta!