My Master Is A Fictional Character

I breathed heavily as I shifted my chair backwards, I stared at the screen of my laptop with satisfaction. I'm a writer and yet again I just completed another exciting book of mine, and yes I feel really proud. Now all that's left for me to do, is to visit the publishing house and make this book known to the world. But first I would have to visit the cyber cafe. Well, I better get to it... I definitely would love to treat myself to a fancy dinner after I get everything done. This is just something I do, after completing a book.

I saved my files, put off my laptop and then tuck it away safely into my laptop bag. I hung the bag on my shoulder, put on my headphone and left the room and also exit the house. I got on my bicycle and rode away, I do have a car but I also enjoy riding a bicycle. I just love the energy that comes with it. You see, driving a bicycle do require a little bit of strength and agility and that gives me the required adrenaline that I need. The cyber cafe wasn't that far from my house and so in twenty minutes I already got there, I got my work done and in no time I was already heading for the publishing house. Now this is where it all start, my weird unrealistic story starts here. While listening to the music playing through my headphone, and definitely singing to it and minding my business.... I came across a burial function. My eyes caught a glimpse of the supposed dead lady in the picture frame and there was something about her, that felt so familiar... really familiar. I shrugged the sudden feeling I was having and continued my ride to the publishing house. Although I did shrug the feeling off, but that feeling was still strongly hanging around me... but I just ignored it. Once I was done in the publishing house, I followed that very path where the burial was taken place. Unwillingly I parked my bicycle and got down from it. Involuntarily I was standing right in front of the casket, my eyes taking in every detail of her face. She looked really familiar, her blue long hair, flat nose, plum lips, round face with a little touch of freckles. My eyes got bigger in size as realization hit me, this lady right here has the same description of my character. My eyes scribbled down to her name in haste, ANNA STEVE, that's my character name.... That's my character name!!. Anna Steve lost her parents at a very young age, went through the most tragic life anyone could ever have, worked as a bartender and then... as a stripper. This is the very same exact life character Anna Steve had before I killed her last week. I think I should add that I killed her in my imaginary world of writing. But I'm probably over thinking things, right? There's no way that whoever is in this casket is my fictional character right? "I can't believe she's dead, it's real shocking you know." A red hair who is a complete stranger mutters standing next to me, In front of the casket. "Yeah it's sad indeed." I replied nodding my head, pretending to at least know the deceased. If my weird thoughts are correct then I really do know her. The red hair breathes out heavily, "Her life was the most saddest, and it's just too sad that she couldn't have her happy ending before she died." I turned to stare at the red hair with uttermost curiosity, the word *saddest* kept on ringing in my head repeatedly. "What do you mean saddest?" "Well her parents died while she was still very young, she lived in an orphanage, got adopted by a lot of couples and finally she ran away when she couldn't take it anymore. Then she worked in bars, worked as a stripper in clubs. Should I add that she got raped 5 times by most of her clients in the clubs she worked in, and at the end of it all she never got her happy ending..... instead a death she doesn't deserve. She was involved in a car accident." By the time the red hair was done talking, my hands were already shaking, my body was in complete black out. My character Anna Steve, had the same life as what the red hair just said, it was like hearing someone else narrate my book that hasn't even being publish yet. "When... when.... When did... did she die." My voice came out trembling, the words having a hard time coming out. "Last week." The red hair answered simply. This has got to be a joke right? Last week? I killed my character last week, Anna Steve died last week! No, this is a dream.. my character isn't really alive, right? It has to be a dream! With disbelief embedded in my eyes, I ran out of the burial function... got on my bicycle and rode away.

I paced around my room repeatedly, my mind couldn't comprehend what I just saw. A character of mine is alive or should I say, was alive. This is all too strange, really strange and I can't comprehend it. Hmm, I need to clear my head. The only way I could get that done, is by calling my sis over. My sis Brendan is my only friend, she's the only one who adds sunshine and colourful rainbows to my life. Without her, my life would just be plain black. I'm a nerd, a big time nerd and in this present time, no one literally wants to hang out with a nerd and I do get it.

I sighed, as I dialled my sister number. This is probably one of the decision I hate making. I love being alone, I love being plane Jane and I definitely do not want sparkles in my life. I love being this boring person who always spent her time, writing books and creating new ways to torture her characters. Yup, I specialize in tragic novels. I definitely do not like romance or anything that has to do with a happy ending, in reality there's no happy ending and easy life, so why should I create it in the novels I write. One would think I wouldn't have readers with the kind of Genre I specialize in, but that's far from the truth. I have billions of readers nationwide, and I'm earning well from my books. PS: I'm a celebrity. "What happened Janice, did you get into any trouble of some kind?." Brenda asked on picking my call. I don't know why she always has this thoughts that whenever I call or visit her, it means am in some kind of trouble. "Good evening to you too sis." I replied ignoring her earlier questions. "Sorry, and good evening. But are you in any kind of trouble Janice, did anything bad happen?" I could hear her thumping heart from this other side of the phone, wow... Just wow. "I'm fine Brenda, and nothing is wrong." For about 20 seconds I got no reply from her, and I know that because I was counting. "Are you sure?" "Yes Brenda, I'm sure." I rolled my eyes, breathing out tiredly. "Okay, if you say so. But, why are you calling me?" I rolled my eyes, "You know, you should have asked that question before you started to go on with your famous *are you in any trouble* question." I snickered. "That's because you don't call me unless you are in one. The last time you called me sis, was the beginning of this year, and we are in August now. And the worst part of it, is that you never pick my call. So of course I will let my mind roam, when I see your call." "Well it's not my fault that I just love being alone. Anyway, I was calling to know if you would want to hang out with me, like right now." The words came out of my mouth one by one, as I let it sink into her brain. 1,2,3,4,5.... "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Yup, that's my sister screaming, do not be surprise. "Did you just say what I think I heard. Like, you really want us t0 hang out Janice? You want to hang out with me and not your books?" "Yeah, I want us to hang out and please do not say another thing that would make me regret calling you and asking for this hangout. I might just change my mind." I said dryly. "No, no, no. You will not change your mind, and do you know why? That's because I won't say a thing. Anyway, I'm infront of your house... Come open the door." Wait, did she just say she's infront of my house. "You are infront of my house?" I asked in disbelief. "Yes I am. When I saw your call, I immediately hopped into my car. I thought you were in some kind of trouble." "Wow, I have a crazy sister." With that said, I hung up.. then I proceed to go open the door. Just like she said, she's indeed standing infront of my door. "Wow, you weren't joking." I said the obvious, taking in her appearance. "Nope, I wasn't. Now go have a change of clothes so we can have that fun." She placed both her hands on my shoulder turning me around and leading me to my bedroom. I resist her stronghold and instead turned around and dashed for the door. "What the heck Janice! You will not hang out with me dressed like that!." I heard Brenda yelled as she chased after me. ************************************************************************************************** Remember when my sis said I wouldn't hang out with her, looking so bland and uncolourful. Well, guess what, I am hanging out with her... And I do look bland and uncolourful. "You know, when you said you want to hang out. I was expecting something much more fun than licking ice cream." Brenda said dryly, swirling her finger on the top of her ice cream cup, out of complete boredom. What did I say? I said am a complete boring person to hang out with. "This is fun to me." I replied her shrugging. "Ugh...." She drawled shaking her head disappointed. "I should never have expected more." "Yup, you shouldn't have." I chuckled. "That is it! I'm done here!." Brenda banged her hand on the table, standing up at the same time. "Call me when you want to have some real fun." She stared down at me, like some mighty God.. snorted and then left. Wow, so much for having fun. With my sis gone, I couldn't possibly have that fun and company that I wanted anymore, so I stood up, paid the bill and left. Driving back home, did help a little in clearing my head and helping me to be at peace. But I do wish I was actually riding my bicycle instead. I got home in less than 15 minutes, I brought out my key from my bag and insert it, into the key hole.. but then I noticed something, my door is actually unlock. My door is open. This is weird, Brenda told me she locked the door.. and she gave me the key, or was she in so much hurry to catch me earlier that she didn't really lock the door. At this point in time, my heart was beating so rapidly fast.. but well, this is my house and I can't stand at the door forever. So I tiptoed into my house carefully, while scanning the room for any suspicious movement. I didn't see any suspicious movement, so I entered fully into my house with confidence. Brenda didn't lock the door after all. I close the door behind me, and that was when I saw him... He was just walking out of my room with this full confidence, like the house is actually his... And I am the stranger. "You are back. That's nice." The man said coming into full view, having this devilish grin on. He is handsome, way too handsome. "Do I know you? And how did you get into my house?" I cranked my head, staring at him with so much curiosity. "Yes you do, you know me Janice. In fact, you know me way more than I know myself." His grin doubled in size. Staring at him more, I realise there was something familiar about him, his devilish grin, flaming green eyes, pointed nose, beautiful structured jaw, black sleek hair, god-like body. This man here, has the exact same description of my character in one of my books... My character name is Ethan Smith and he is a villain. "Ethan Smith." I whispered in denial. "Nice, you remember my name. You see, I did tell you, that you know me. And guess what, I am here to take revenge Janice, for what you did to me." He walked towards me in slow dangerous step. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with evil. "You should go into hiding, Janice... because you are about to become a character in my own book. PS: It's Horror with a slice of sex."

Ethan Smith POV Seeing her tremble in fear, gives me pleasure. She's the one responsible for the pains I have been through all my life, she made me the villain and the bad guy, causing me to kill the only girl that I fell in love with.., with my bear hands. Why did I kill the love of my life? That was because she didn't love me back, she fell in love with Daniel who isn't as handsome as me or successful like me. So yeah, I killed both the love my life and also the man she fell in love with. I killed both of them, and then I got arrested.

I was sentenced to a life imprisonment but I escaped because I needed to get my revenge. I needed to get my revenge on the lady solely responsible for my misfortune. You might wonder how I was able to connect the dot between my misfortune and this lady. It's simple, I read the book that I featured in.... At first I found it weird that the villain in the book had the same name as mine, and not only that... he actually lived the exact same life as mine. At first I thought I was mad, I thought I had finally gone crazy but I know my crazy thinking is indeed true. She recognizes me, she knows me. "No, no.. there's no way this is possible. You are a character in my book, how is it possible that you are alive. I think I need some sleep, no, no... I actually need to wake up from this nightmare." She shakes her head repeatedly in disbelief, hoping she would wake up. "This is not a dream Janice. I also do wish it was, and that you didn't sentence me to a life imprisonment, but guess what dear writer, this is not a dream." I smirked. The look of horror in her face gave me pure joy and satisfaction beyond my expectation. I love to see her tremble. "Anyway, do you have food?" She blinks her eyes repeatedly, confused by my question. "Food?" "Yes food. I escaped from prison yesterday, and in 8years I haven't tasted a good food." "Uhm, well.... I do have leftovers of clam chowder with oyster crackers. Does that well.... sound good?" She scratched her fingers nervously, her eyes darting around the room. I love that she's nervous. "Great, heat it up." I grinned. She nods her head obediently and walked away in the direction of the kitchen. JANICE POV I breath out in relief the minute I was safely behind the kitchen door. I rest my back on the kitchen door, my legs felt so wobbly. I feel like am in some kind of bizarre dream and I really need to wake up real quick, because this dream is getting really crazy. I pinched myself a couple times and I still didn't wake up. Okay Janice, calm down.. this is one hell of a nightmare and that's all. I promise, you will wake up very soon, okay. Lying to myself is probably the only way I could survive this bizarre situation, beside how in the world is it possible that my character is really alive. He is a fucking damn character that is meant to be just in a story book, a story book that is purely fictional. First it was Anna Steve and now Ethan Smith. So what the fuck is happening right now, and so the only conclusion I can come to...... is that am in a weird bizarre dream and nothing more. I breathe out and breathe in repeatedly, trying to get my heart beat in a regular way. I gave myself a little pep talk and walked to the refrigerator, I opened the refrigerator and brought out the leftover clam chowder and oyster crackers. I heat up the food then placed it on a tray, breathed out and then found the courage to walk out of the kitchen. ""I was beginning to think you didn't want to come out anymore." Ethan said to me, grinning with does dark green eyes of his, the side of his lips curling into a smirk. Please bizarre dream, please come to an end. I think I would die of an heart attack before I would finally be able to wake up. "It just took so long for the clam chowder to heat up." I replied setting down the plate on the table. He nods his head and head over to the dinning table, he sat down opened the plates and without praying he started eating. I didn't know what to do, i didn't know if I should keep on standing or I should seat down. I'm in my house for goodness sake, and I suddenly feel like a stranger... who doesn't know her place. I came to a decision to seat but the minute my butt touched the couch, Ethan said.... "I don't remember giving you permission to seat." His voice came out so authoritative and yet soothing. I stood back up immediately and with both my hands to the side of my body, I stared at the floor with confusion. I am the owner of this house, so why am I taking orders from a character who is supposed to be in just my book but definitely not in real life, eating my left over clam chowders and oyster crackers. I watched him eat like an obedient slave, I didn't say a single word. I really don't know why. Okay Janice you have to say something, why are you standing so obediently? Finding all the courage that I could, I cleared my throat repeatedly, straightened my posture and then I said with all the confidence that I could muster up. "You have to leave, or I would be force to call the police." While talking I looked for my phone, I shouldn't have said that to him when I didn't have a means on how to contact the police. Smart move Janice, real smart move. "If it's your phone that you are looking for, then I believe it's with me." He shrugged. Ohh fuck! He grinned at me wickedly, stood up from the dinning chair then walked to me in slow heavy steps. "I think I should let you know what's going on Janice, caused it seems to me that you don't have a clue." He is right, I do not have a clue. Why? Because I have reasons to believe that I am probably on my bed sleeping right now, and having this nightmare as a dream. I think it's time to wake up Janice! Please wake up, I have had enough. "But I will let you know what's going on, Janice Heather." He paused gazing into my eyes with so much intensity, I want to look away but I can't. "You made my life a series of bad omen. You made me kill the woman that I love, you made me waste half my life in prison. You are the reason for all my misfortune, and I can't see a better way but to pay you back in your own coin. From now on Janice, you are going to experience what suffer taste like and you will regret writing a book with me as the villain."