[ WP ] You are the main character of this world and you are aware of it . One day you are caught in a hostage situation during a bank robbery . You know that even doing stupid things can get you out safe , everything simply works out for you .

`` So, how long have you been in the business?'' I ask, completely aware of the gun pointed at my head. The robber's hand trembles. `` Hello? I asked you a question.'' 
 
 `` This is my first time. But I'm not afraid to shoot,'' he replies, his voice quivering. `` Please, I can hear your fear. Now, I suggest leaving, as not to ruin your innocence. Go on, shoo,'' I say, pushing the gun away. 
 
 `` Are you crazy? Give the money,'' the woman beside me whispers, grasping my hand. `` Listen to her. I have a gun,'' the robber says. 
 
 `` I'll call you Robert, because I keep calling you'robber' in the narrative I'm making in my head. OK, Robert?'' I say, pointing at Robert. Robert mutters, `` Crazy. 
 
 `` This is your last chance. 3,'' he says. 
 
 I smile, `` Dying is n't my thing, by the way.'' 
 
 `` 2.'' The lady nudges me. I laugh and wink at her. 
 
 `` 1.'' 
 
 I feel a stinging pain in my head. `` Damn, ouch,'' I say, touching the hole. My hand is soaked in blood. Freaking blood. I laugh a crazy laugh. It hurts. It really, really hurts. 
 
 `` I'm gon na be sick,'' the woman says, turning pale. 
 
 I crash onto the woman's lap, and she yells. I can hear Robert saying things, but I only get fragments like `` See?'' Or `` Give... money.'' 
 
 I see my life flash before my eyes, how I've always felt unlucky of everything happening to me because I'm the protagonist. But, maybe I'm not. 
 
 I'm suddenly aware that maybe I'm not the main character. That no one is. That this whole `` life'' dealio is all a boring book, with no one of true importance. That we're all characters. That I'm a human, capable of dying. Then my vision goes black.
