Emmet Oaken Williams: A Short Story

So you must be wondering how I got myself into this mess. Let me just tell you I have spent almost every waking moment trying to avoid this. You see, I am the main character in my own little story. Not only that, I am the hero, the damn protagonist. How could anyone be stupid enough to think this is a good idea. But you know what, I am jumping wayy ahead of myself. Hell you don 't even know who I really am yet. Let 's start there, shall we? I am Emmet Oaken Williams, I was born on August 27, 1991. In my younger years, it never occurred to me that what would happen to me, wasn’t normal. Like my parents, they’re dead. They died in a car accident on my 6th birthday. They left me with my grandparents so they could go get party supplies and they were hit by a drunk driver. Which in later years I found odd since it was 10:30 in morning when they died. But as a result of their death, I was sent to live with my Aunt and Uncle and their spoiled little abomination.

I mean, I am not the true creator. That title goes to the author, who is probably some kid in high school required to write a story. But either way, because of that one kid, I have been dreamed into existence and you, the reader, are now my companion through it all. And I get that you aren’t going to be able to respond, but it’s nice to know like someone is there. I feel it I guess. That you are holding my entire little world in your hands and it may only be a few pieces of paper, But it 's all my life.

After the day with that woman though, I spent every moment trying to avoid those cliche story plots. I really just didn’t want to be a part of it. Out of everyone in this entire little universe, why was I so important. I may never get that answer I suppose.

But you know what? Why don’t I just get on to present day, huh? You literally just let me ramble on about my life that is a constant drug trip, I swear to god it is. Jeez help a guy out. BUT anywayyy lets get to