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Struggle For Control	By : PiratesWench Category: S through Z > Secret Window Views: 3851 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Window, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author�s Note: O.K., guys, it�s coming down to the
end. Thank you ALL for the reviews, the
e-mails, the instant messages, it really motivated me to write as quickly as I
could. This is the next to the last
chapter � and here is a treat for you, my faithful readers. You will choose the ending. Sometime in the next few days, I will upload
two chapters at the same time. Each an
ending, each different, and your choice.

Some of you figured out Alex�s ending and tho it it
a little predictable, well, it really wasn�t meant as a huge surprise, I mean,
if your not careful, babies happen � I�m just glad that, all in all, you liked
the idea of these two having one of their own.

Let�s see, what else�Oh, I�m using another song in
this chapter. Actually, after I started
to take this story seriously, I was listening to it and this entire scene
played itself out in my mind. The song
is called �Let it Go� and it is by the band �Destrophy.� Awesome band, awesome album by the name �Chrysalis.�

O.K., I�m done blabbing. Oh, I think that I managed a decent twist in this chapter. Please let me know what you think and as
soon as I get one of the endings done (one�s already written), I�ll upload them

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Alex and Julia had gone out with Karen, leaving Mort
with some time to himself. The sun
streamed in through the picture window in his office; one of the rays striking
the diamond ring that sat on his desk.
The heart shaped stone sent small flecks of color onto the ceiling, as
well as the open velvet box it resided in.

Mort and Alex had been going to their joint therapy
sessions for two months and Alex, in Mort�s eyes, had been nothing short of
amazing. She thought of questions to
ask that Mort hadn�t and offered insight that only could have come from someone
so close to him. The new medication was
working wonders as well. No Shooter. Not one accent laden thought had slipped
into Mort�s mind. The threat seemed to
be gone.

As if all of this wasn�t enough, Mort�s writing was
flourishing again. He had started a new
novel that he gladly based on his life, the idea of which never sat so well
with him before (especially since �Secret Window� was written and
revised). The story of love, deceit,
betrayal, and starting a life over again was given a few twists, but was
destined for a happy ending � again, something that Mort�s stories rarely
included. More than anything, this
story was therapeutic for Mort.

School was out for the summer, which gave Alex and
Mort more time together. Hergnangnancy
was showing, quite obviously, on her small frame now, and Mort found that he
had a hard time keeping his hands away from her stomach. In a few months, he�d be a father�and he was
more than ready to be a husband again.

Mort had the evening all planned out. A romantic dinner � careful to avoid the
foods that, at this stage, made Alex a bit queasy � then a trip to the overlook
of the city, where Alex loved to go. A
traditional �get down on one knee and profess your love� proposal � that�s what
he wanted. He already knew her answer,
they had already discussed marriage�he simply wanted to go about things the
�right� way.

It don� matter none, Mr. Rainey. She�ll go too. Shooter�s voice boomed in Mort�s head.

Mort froze, his eyes fixated on the engagement
ring.
Shooter laughed dryly. Don� know how long it�s gonna take to convince you that I ain�
leavin�. I�m here �cause you need
me. No medicine, no woman will
make me go away for too long.

Fed up, Mort rose from his chair and walked to the
bookshelves. In an attempt to drown out
Shooter�s voice, he turned on the stereo system on the middle shelf and turned
the volume knob up almost the entire way.
Ironically, the song that came blaring out of the speakers was far more
than fitting.

All I
want is everything

And everyone listens when I say

All I want is everyone

To understand everything I�ve done

So why am I numb

And how can it be that it hurts so much

Who am I? I�m what you are

Whenever you strip off your makeup

You can�t drown me out, Mr. Rainey. She knows far too much about me. She�s tellin� that doctor things that only
we should know. She�s gotten in the way
of our business.

�We don�t have any business!� Mort screamed. �Get the fuck out of my head!�

Fine.
Shooter materialized in front of Mort.
�Out enough for you, Mr. Rainey?�

�Jesus, no��
Mort backed up, terrified.

Have I
said too much?

How can I stop when I�ve nothing to trust

So I�ve become numb

From probing the inside of me

�You took my life away from me years ago, Mr.
Rainey. It was such a good story, such
a good life and you went and hit that blasted �delete� key and took it all away. Then you thought that wasn� enough and you
burned what was left of me! You burned
my life, why do you think I�m so keen on havin� yours?�

And all
I want

Is to be like you

It never ends

And will be always

And all I need

Is to see this through

Then you and me

We will be always

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�This�this isn�t real.
You�re nothing!� Mort�s
voice was desperate. �I am the only one
who can live my life!�

�I was happy with my life � until you destroyed it. You gave me a second chance to live after I
died then took it away from me!�

Mort was more confused than he�d ever been. �Wh-what are
you�� He grabbed the sides of his head
and gritted his teeth. �What�s going
on?�

�You bought my hat, Mr. Rainey. Do you remember that?�
Shooter smiled. �O� course you
do. You were with Amy�I ne�er liked
her. Made killin� her far more fun for
me.�

�No�no this isn�t real.
You are not real!�

�You put on my hat, Mr. Rainey, and I entered your mind �
I�ve been there ever since. You didn�t
create me. You weren�t writin� no story
about me, you were writin� my life.
Everything I did. I told you everything
to put into that damned computer o� yours.
It was too much for you though, you couldn�t accept what I�d done, so
you std wrd writin�. You killed me
again, Mr. Rainey.� Mort shook his
head, trying to push out all of what he was being told. �You�re not sick, I simply want another
chance at life, and I�m doin� it by takin� yours. I stayed away long enough to make you think that you were �fine�
� and I s�pose you are. I s�pose
you always have been, since I�m the one who�s been doin� all the killin�.�

Wake up

I�ll never be like you

Slither and suffer in me always

Wake up

I�ll never be like you

Slither and suffer in me always
1'> Shooter smiled again.
�Now, I know that brain o� yours has put everythin� together, Mr.
Rainey. You remember when I told you
that you stole my story? I wasn�t
lyin�. I killed my wife,� he laughed,
�killed lots o� people, actually, and buried her in her own damn garden. I got caught though, you see. That�s how I died, I got caught and I hung
for it.� Mort couldn�t respond. �But then you came along and for the longest
time, Mr. Rainey, I couldn�t get through to you after you destroyed the story
of my life�but then your life fellrt. rt. You found out about your
wife�s affair and in I stepped. I
thought that gun was loaded, my mistake, but I made up for it later, yes
indeed.�

�You�you made me bring that gun?�

Shooter nodded.
�And I�ve helped you, Mr. Rainey.
Took care of that cheatin� wife o� yours, as well as the man who took
your place in her bed. It was so much
easier to get you to let me out then.
You were weak. That�s why you
need to be alone.�

Mort wasn�t going to let this�thing, whatever it truly
was, take over his body, his life.
�That�s precisely why I refuse to be alone!�

�You�re not meant to be a social creature, you lock
yourself up to write��

Not�not with the baby!�
Angry tears streamed down Mort�s face.

The song played on.
Denial

�I�ll be getting rid of them too. Every one of them,� Shooter threatened. He rushed toward Mort and grabbed his
shoulders roughly. �They�ll all
die!� Shooter�s voice calmed. �Already had my way with your girl,
remember? She has some spunk.�

A liar

Mort screamed and pushed Shooter away � he went to his
desk and began to search through the drawers.
�You are not me!� he yelled.
�You will not harm my family or take over my life!� Everything Shooter made Mort do came
crashing into his brain at full speed.
Chico, Tom, Ken, Amy, Ted�the garden, the corn. He fell to his knees, sobbing. There was no inner voice telling him what to
do this time. �You made me do��

�You squirmed somethin� fierce, but I won out in the end,
Mr. Rainey, and I�m gonna do it again.�

Mort wiped his eyes.
�Only me? I�m the only one you
can do this too?�

Shooter looked puzzled for a moment. �You�re the one who took my hat. You�re the one that knows my life
story. I s�pose that�s why I can�t find
someone more willin� to let me in.�

�I won�t.� Still
on his knees, Mort found what he had been searching for. This time, there were bullets.

It�s
time to let it go
It�s
time to let it go

It�s time to let it go

It�s time to let it go

And it�s
all I want

And I need it so

And it�s
all I want

And I need it so
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