Fist off, I have never written any sort of fiction until now. I have always read a lot and done well in essays for school so I figure I'd give some fiction a try. I figured I'd open with a paragraph like this then go back a couple day to when his life started spiraling out of control. I know I have a lot to do.
The poignant sirens filled my head. “I have this under control; I know that everything will be fine” I told myself. For a second, I believed my usual reassurance but then laughed in defeat. It won’t work this time. None of that positive attitude bull**** will help me now. All those years of believing in myself, believing that I was in control of my life were coming to an end. I pictured God looking down at me, nudging his celestial companions, pointing at me and laughing at my futile attempt to make everything right. This depiction of God made me laugh. It wasn’t the laugh of defeat I had earlier, it was a genuine laugh and it felt good. “I might have lost my life but I still have my sense of humor” I said with a smile on my face. I finally came to a realization that it was coming to an end; the grand finale of Will Reed, the climax, the whole shebang, because when it comes to my fate, I now realize that I am not in control.