I sit with my head in my hands and can't hold the tears back anymore. Why has my life been so awful? I'm trying to be a good person and stay positive despite it all but it's like this invisible hand of fate keeps trying to prove that there is no such thing as a lifetime quota of bad luck. Not for me at least.
Sorry.
I freeze and hold my breath. Unless I count the hairy spider in the corner, the room was empty.
"Who said that?"
I'll find a way to give you a happy ending. Just hold on a little longer.
The voice is in my head. I've lost my marbles.
I'm real. You're not but that's not the point.
"Who are you?" I yell into the empty room, wanting to get rid of the voice.
I'm the author.