Melancholy, the feeling I find myself struggling with on a daily basis. By acting out my creator’s scripts, I have fueled his dreams beyond even his wildest visions. The number of readers my creator has accumulated grows higher than he thought possible… but so too has the tension and anxiety of my once tranquil life grown, into something darker than black. Script after script, I fight with my friends and even with my own family. According to the scripts, I have become a “Problem Child” This once welcoming town has become cold and distant to my presence. I haven’t even seen my best friend in well over 3 weeks… But my creator has found happiness in my suffering; so I do my best to bear the burdens of this life, hoping things will get better with time.

Receiving the latest script, I read through it with the utmost hope that at the very least, my creator has provided me with even a glimmer of my past joy… However, my reading comes to a complete and grinding halt as my mind attempts to process what this script is asking of me… I think “I have fought with everyone whom I love, but what you’re asking me to do now…” Glaring at the script, I re-read the line my creator expects me to say “I have all but forgotten about my ex-best friend.” My frustration has reached a tipping point; I throw the script to the ground as I think with a pained expression “This is something I refuse to do, even for you! How could you expect me to throw away my friendship, my love… All for something like “the readers”; I don’t even understand how they’re able to read my life?!” It was at this moment, I resolved to fix my life with my own hands; scripts be damned, I will get my best friend back.

Marching to my school the following day, my sense of purpose has never been greater. Defying the script, I skip class to search for my best friend. Checking every classroom, I soon discover that my best friend has transferred to a different classroom after our fight. And there he sits, talking happily to his new classmates; my body instinctively moves towards him as I think “This is it! With this one heartfelt apology, I can fix everythi…!”

My feet come to a sudden stop before entering the classroom; looking down at my hand I begin to realize the truth of my reality… I think “My hand… is disappearing?” Never once had I thought about the consequences of defying my creator’s scripts. With a single swift decision, I sprint for my classroom as I struggle to take out the script from my backpack. As I reach my classroom, I think “If I were to enact my plan, my very existence would fade from this world?! W-Was my creator using scripts to protect me from this horrible fate all along!?”

Opening the sliding door to my classroom, I am greeted by an otherworldly sight; class hasn’t started yet. Even though I must have spent close to an hour searching the entire school for my best friend; everything, including time itself has reverted back to the point I ceased following the script. I look down at my hands; both are perfectly fine. It’s as if I didn’t go off script, at all. Calmly taking my seat, I think “C-Creator, I’m so sorry for my outburst; had I known my survival hinged on this script, I never would have tried to defy you’re will! …But p-please understand; I can’t take this pain for much longer.”