Not A Chapter
Not A Chapter
I opened my eyes and the first thing that came to my sight is light. The light is taking me away. Wait, no. It's just an artificial light above me. I observed the surroundings and noticed that I'm in a hospital.
What day is it now? Tsk, I need to check the calendar. Oh my god, there's no calendar here.
I gazed at the table and saw my phone. Who the f will leave my phone here? I mean—someone can steal this anytime. Stupid minds.
There's no doctor who informed me that no phones allowed for patients. So I'm going to use this no matter what.
I checked the date and it's already 2 months passed. For sure, my best friend didn't miss me. However, I'm still going to inform that little weirdo that I'm freakin' alive.
I opened the camera and took a shot of myself. I sent it to my best friend and added some caption.
'Btch, I'm alive.'
She replied immediately.
'Btch, I'm reading.'
As usual, she's reading again. Maybe she bought another book and read it immediately, leaving behind those unread books on her shelf.
Wait, did I forget my name? No, yeah no. It's NO-ONE-SO-SHUT-UP. What a clever name. I don't want to see my parents again.
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It's been weeks after I woke up from a coma for over 2 months. I didn't expect that I would survive. My characters just gave me a second chance to live. However, I will not stop killing more characters. Those characters that I will kill are already useless for the next chapters. I don't want to ruin my career so I pity those characters.
Type, type, type, and someone fictional died.
I sighed. I remembered the day I secretly visited my best friend, MIND-YO-OWN-BUSINESS, in their house. She's laying on the floor and whimpering. I saw my book in her room so I guess, she read it and finished it recently. I also came up with the conclusion that maybe her favorite character was killed by me. I didn't have the guts to show up to her for the reason that she might kill me.
My phone rang. My best friend is calling me. I answered it even though I know she will curse me. It's harmless though. Unless, she's on her way to my house, getting ready to slap me a book 360 degrees or maybe splash me some cold water like we always do.
"What are you doin'?" she asked.
"Having a tea with someone evil." I'm referring to the mass genocide here in my fictional story. Yah, I know. I'm just a merciless and weirdo writer who committed fictional mass genocide. I'm not that harsh as everybody thinks.
"Okay." She dropped the call without even saying goodbye.
And geez, I saw the google icon. Goodness! It's been days since I'm fighting procrastination. No, it's been freakin' weeks! I finished nothing because of this freakin' procrastination. I hate procrastination but I think I'm having a WAP (Writer's Ability to Procrastinate) and I hate that to the highest level—
A new plot came to my mind. Goodness, goodness, goodness! That plot is awesome but I'm not yet finished with this story I'm working on! Why is the world so cruel at me? Why? Somebody care to answer?
Moments later, I started scrolling on Twitter, watch youtube videos, and forgot about the chapter that should write. Readers are already begging for an update but the inner me is saying, "just ignore them." Now, I hate myself.