Beyond The Fourth Wall

Prologue: The Angel

Prologue: The Angel

This marks the starting point, from where the story begins. But before it began, there was nothing, yet although there was something in the past, it underwent a time skip to the present. Part of the past left stagnant for it was irrelevant, but some parts were filled in for the relevance of it. This is the flaw of the creator, who cannot compare to the true God, who cannot write every single day and age of this universe, who was not given an eternity to write the complete workflow of the world. Despite these human flaws, this world starts rotating upon the manifestation of a young girl, and thus she is given consciousness, the ability to think and say her first line, "I am so dead!" She worried, but ironically she just recently came to life. She was already alive, but the certainty of her existence had just begun. Thus it switches from third person to her point of view. And so the first of the weekdays, today without a yesterday is:

MONDAY

I am so dead! I hurried on my way to school as the clock hit 8 AM! Which is bad news, my class starts at 7:30 sharp. I shouldn't have secretly binge watched the new season of my favorite series last night, tucking my entire body with a blanket to not get caught by the extremes. Sucks to be me, this is my millionth time being late! Of course that was exaggerated, but the readers wouldn't care about the specifics anyway, as long as I'm trying to say I've been late many times.

Among all opening scenes, why should it start with being late to school? What a cliché beginning for a story, but I guess this is how it goes. Let's pray I don't get the readers bored or annoyed with this bland and basic intro. Why am I speaking like I'm some kind of character? Well, that's because I am! That's right, I am the main character—!

Ah, for goodness sake! I just tripped on a rock and fell. Too bad little rock, but that wasn't so bad. I just stood up on my feet. Sorry, but not your expected scene where some future romantic partner lends me a hand to raise me up. Then, the moment I moved my right leg to continue running, I heard a devastating cry. "Help! ...Help me!"

Without even hesitating, I followed the desperate sound immediately. This is God's calling for me! As soon as I reached the place, I looked with pity upon the victim whose bruises were as dark as his hair. Of course, as the hero of this story, my job is to help him!

"Stop that!" I told the gang of bullies with a pleading voice. As expected, they didn't listen and continued beating up the poor defenseless boy. Maybe they would listen to an intimidating voice. "Stop hitting him before I hit you all," I said with a harsh voice and cracked my knuckles. Don't mess with me, I have a strong strat. But seriously, how many distinct roles do I need to perform?

"None your business, girl. Get out!" The arrogant guy who seems like the leader of the bully squad said. Wait wait—'None your business'? That grammar is so wrong. Did the author make a grammatical error, or is he just that stupid?

They just ignored what I said and resumed the punching. Maybe they would listen to a messenger from heaven. I cleared my throat and said with an angelic voice, "The Almighty Lord will put wrath upon you if you do this to your fellow neighbor. Bullying him is like you're doing that to God himself. So I command that you should repent from your sins this time and onward!"

I could feel the shiny sparkles around my glorious face, but there was no response. They finally replied, "Would you look at that, a weird religious freak." Tch.. Have I heard that somewhere? Of course that's always the dialogue of atheists in Christian movies. I've seen enough of that kind of trope. Nevertheless, I guess I'll have to bounce it back at him.

"You're so unoriginal. You probably stole those lines from some show or something," I replied. "You don't even know how to say proper grammar. You should pay attention to English class next time, or else your dialogue would sound like it's written by a ten year old."