My Master Is A Fictional Character

ing 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 Dani

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