Another day sitting in the same chair for the past two months figuring out what I should type, I can't just leave my laptop open on a blank screen. I haven't even thought much about typing or writing stories much. It's just a way of clearing my mind, but publishing it? Is it worth it if no one's going to relate to the character?
Now reading chapter one. The silence in the night. Oh why? Is it really how he feels about me?
Selfish? Oh, dear Tyler I'm sorry but I wasn't going to be the only one living in this pitiful life. It's not my fault your imagination came back alive. I didn't ask for you to be here nor created.
[Character Tyler] So I'm assuming we're taking turns in the book now, huh? That's the thing. You never asked if I wanted to be created. You just created me. Thanks Gee, now I know my name. How foolish of you to put your selfish pitiful sinful guilt on me that it was too much for you to handle.
I need a happy ending. I deserve a happy ending. Not to be some old desperate fool played by some hideous acting author.
[Author Ophilia] Go to hell. I'll burn the novel for you, if that's what it takes. I'll be damned if I let some foolish old book talk to me that way. You don't understand nor know me. You never will. If it weren't for you, I would've been living in the shadows alone. I don't want to be alone anymore. I need someone to be with me once I go down. Just stick with me, and I'll give you the happy ending you deserve. But be careful. Or there will be a price to pay. Now get off my laptop fooling around with these words you don't even know.
I know we haven't always gotten along but I care about you. Not just because you're my story. But you describe me. Who I am.
[Tyler] I've already been living in hell. Why make it eternity now when it's been for eternity. You don't care about me.
The only thing you care about is this book. Stop lying to the audience!
[Ophilia] Gee what the hell am I doing even arguing with myself. Based off some fictional character lingering in my mind. He's not real, he was never real. He was just a made of myth. Damn those pills are making me go crazy. The side effects and everything.
As I open my eyes I'm laying down as the light is blinding me. I realize I was in a coma. Arguing with a book. What a questionable thing.
I feel that Tyler should be understood. He just never was. Not by me or anyone.
As I try to get up, I cough blood out on the sheets. I realize my time is coming soon. It'll be a time before the book I've dreamed about had a new Author. I'm just an old woman who's been dependent.
A few hours later as the time is ticking, I feel my heart growing weaker out my chest. The rest of my body is numbing down. I can barely move a finger. "Now... I have the price to pay." I say in desperation. "I'm not supposed to be the owner of this book. That goes beyond the rules in the rulebook." I say once more.
I close my eyes.
[Tyler] I honestly don't think I'll ever have an owner. She wasn't the match for me. She'd never be. She paid her own price. I guess they should put a label on me saying a warning. Gee, it's always 11 pm in my book.
Goodnight.
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Error Loops Between a Character
Science FictionBased off a character trying to find themselves on who they are and how they cooperate with themselves. Learning who they are making their knowledge better and more confidential with being okay not knowing what the real world is like.
