Chapter 2

"What the hell is going on!? Is this a plot twist!? My mind is so confused!! Did the author ate something?"

I chuckled sarcastically after reading the comments of my readers on the online forum aloud. I noticed that they all saying the same things against me. I bet I lose some of my supporters.

I never expect that views of the online readers would drop in just over night for something that's not my fault. Well, I'm not the one who wrote it after all. The funny thing is that it's because of some supernatural things that even I, can't explain.

Ridiculous. Tch.

I opened a can of beer to drown my distress, thinking how to solve this significant matter.

"Low-alcohol content? hmm, not bad"

I read the label in the can.

I don't usually drank beer, just occasionally. I think this time is one of those "occasion".

I finished one can of beer and still craving for more. I walked towards the fridge to look for more beer.

Opening the fridge Door, I felt the cold temperature inside against my skin. I picked the beer can inside and it is sweating in cold.

I paused for a moment. I can't help but to sigh. I realized how coward I was. Acting like a wasted person, Did I already lost my sanity?

Yes. It's not my fault how my story became alive and had it's own mind but still, If no one's responsible for it then who will fix it? I'm the author of Burning Heart. I'm the one who wrote it, maybe I could do at least something.

I clicked my tounge, enraged in frustration. I scratched my head.

"If only I could went inside my book!! I would do anything to fix this even...."

I took a deep sigh.

"Even if I have to kill the main lead."

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I woke up with my whole body aching all over and my head spinning. I slowly opened the lid of my eyes seeing an unfamiliar surroundings.

"This is not my house, where am I?" I mumbled.

I'm still half-sleep.

Not very far, I see hazily a figure of an old woman sweeping in the small alley where I'm in. Is that the street sweeper of this street? I've never seen her in our neighborhood.

The old woman walked towards me scratching it's head and clicking it's tongue.

"Tsk tsk, seriously! youngsters nowadays", The woman sighed and started nagging at me. "Hey miss, Don't get wasted if you can't hold your drinks. Look at you, sleeping next to a dumpster. haiya"

I rub my eyes to see clearly.

It's now clear to me, this is clearly not my neighborhood. Moreover, I'm laying outside next to my far relatives living in a dumpster.

I felt a very cold moist coming from my left hand. I was holding a can of beer. It is the beer I'm holding last night but didn't get a chance to drink it. But it's strange that it is still cold like I just did pick it up from the fridge about minutes ago. Seeing how the sun already rised up, I'm sure that night already past.

Strange. How could it be?

I started to recall everything. Everything including what really happened that night.

I recall, while holding a can of beer, the inside of fridge started emitting a strange light. I narrowed my eyes for being dazzled. Suddenly, there's a little tornado coming from inside of the fridge. Sucking everything in my surroundings, including me.

The wind is so strong that I can't get hold of my self. I was too flustered at that moment that I couldn't think straight, plus I'm still a little tipsy at that time.

After getting sucked, the fridge closed its door frantically like it is finally made its job.

Seeing my computer typing by itself, Getting eaten by a refrigerator just left me with a less shock. Now, I won't wonder if non-living things started to talk to me.

I stared at the can of a beer I'm holding.

"Hey you, good for nothing woman, can you now put me down!?", It talked.

Eh!?!? The beer talked to me?!

Oh right. I'm just imagining things. This is no different from being delusional. I won't doubt if I ended up in an asylum next day.

The old woman, helped me to stand up. After thanking her, she just walked away after nagging me for the last time.

Before she left, I asked her where am I. She only told me that this place is called "West". How come there's a place with uncertain name. I take a good look around. This is a place I've never been before but it gives me a familiar vibes.

Tall buildings with big billboards. Busy people rushing to their work. Old man reading news paper in the corner. Men and woman walking fashionably in their flashy outfits. And everyone getting their own copy of "L'Mode" magazine. It is magazine who issues a daily headlines about fashion industry.

This place, I'm now quite certain what it is. It's very same from the world I imagined. This must be the "West" from my novel Burning Heart.

If I'm not wrong, this means I'm inside of the fictional story I made!?

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