Pure White Stairs

I thought I was the hero of the story. After all, who can freely travel through countless fantasy worlds and easily acquire extraordinary power like me? When I held the "answer" in my hand that could distort reality at will, I felt like I had become a god. Until the moment I "go home." My parents raised their knives and my world bared its fangs. I used my divine power to modify their cognition, and the next second it was back to the original state; I fended off meteorites falling from the sky, and the alien fleet came to the city the next day. I finally got it. I'm not the main character. I'm just a prisoner... Trapped in someone else's story. And that "author" is looking forward to every struggle of mine with relish, and my ultimate destiny - destruction. Now, I'm going to use this reality-distorting power to tear this damn script into pieces. Even the last page of the story has my name written on it.