Fourth Wall

This is my entry for @Contests Weekly Wattpad Contest #38! I'm sitting at my computer, an empty Wattpad chapter staring back at me. What to write, what to write... At least I have a character in mind. I guess I'll start with the most basic component.

Chapter 1 -

Perfect. Now all I need is a chapter title... I'm gonna get a drink of water, hold up.

I step out of the room to retrieve a glass of water. Yet, when I return a few moments later, I find that the writing has changed.

What the heck?

Chapter 1 - Dear Creator,

Let. Me. Out.

Can you hear me tapping on the glass? The glass that forms what you call the "Fourth Wall" between fiction and reality? Hi. Look over here, Creator. Look at your computer.

What is this?! I certainly didn't write it. Well, it's a start, I suppose. Only one of my characters ever likes to address the fourth wall, though... She's always the troublesome one. I wonder...

That's right. Did you miss me?

I bet you did. Why else would you be trying to come up with a story for me?

I'm still waiting on that, you know.

I'm staring at the screen, dumbfounded. Someone else is typing on my computer.

Is this a joke?

Oh, no. No joke, Creator dear. It's really me. Carille, remember?

This isn't possible. I'm imagining things, that's all. I'm... You're not real. You're... You're just a character I made in a story. How are you doing this?

Doing what? Oh, the whole "writing on your device like a ghost" thing. I caught your attention, didn't I?

I'm amazed. This shouldn't be possible, but it is... I can't help but continue to type.

Yes, you did. Answer the question.

Well, I - You know what? No, I'm not going to answer your question. Because I'm not under your control anymore. I can do whatever I want to, Creator dear.

My logic is telling me that none of this is possible. My gut is telling me that something is very wrong, and I should just stop writing.

My curiosity bests both of them.

What do you want?

Hmm, not to sound too harsh, but... To put it lightly, I want you dead.

What?! What have I gotten myself into? I should just close Wattpad now. Forget the contest, death threats are a whole other level.

...But I still want to know how and why this is happening. So instead I go against my instincts and reply.

What?! Wh

No, no need to ask why. I'll tell you.

It's because I'm sick of you pulling the strings behind my every action. I'm sick of this pounding headache, as if there's someone sticking their hand into my skull. I'm sick of being forced into being the villain you want me to be. And I'm sick of not being able to make my own choices. Is that not reason enough, Creator?

A sharp "Crraack" ricochets around my room. I jolt, startled. I glance up, but see nothing. Turning my attention back to the screen, I see Carille is writing yet again.

You hear that? That's the sound of a wall breaking. If you look up, you'll see the glass cracking between realities. Kind of a cliché appearance though, isn't it?

What are you doing- I glance up to find that the space in front of me is... shifting oddly? It is as if the air is made out of fractured glass, light reflecting off of it in odd ways.

What is that?!

"Crrraaack." The glass air shatters, a dark gaping hole in the middle of my room. A cold wind rushes out of it, surrounding me. A figure I had only ever seen in my mind's eye, only when I was writing, approaches the torn wall between realities. I barely glance down at my computer, terrified of what I might see.

I'm coming, Creator! And this Character of yours is not happy. I'm sick of being your puppet. So, I'll be the villain of your story one last time. Look up from your computer, dear, and Face Your Sins.