Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020complete | Page 371

The Greater Bay Area
Dulwich College Beijing, Huang, Emily - 12
Panting, my breath grew heavier and heavier. Light reached its way to the gap between my top and bottom eye
lids. The light shining so bright that all I can see is three figures towering over me.
“Is he going to be alright?”
“Don’t worry, he will be fine.”
“What did the doctor say?”
“When will he wake up”
“How bad was the injury”
…
The world darkened again. I can no longer hear anything. But why am I still in conscious? Suddenly, my eyes
burst open. Panting. Again. Shocked by my action, my mother, father and sister are all staring at me. Is that,
nervous I sense on my sister’s face? Did I just see my mother panicking? My father… shocked? Where is my
brother? I shook my head hard trying to remember what happened. I remember that I was driving and the black
Audi bumped into our car, then all I can remember is blood and more blood. My brother was… My thoughts
were interrupted by a doctor. Then, a memory just popped into my mind. I know him… from… WAIT he’s
the person that made me go through all this. I stared at him for a moment, no one seems to notice. I could feel
something, anger maybe, building up in my chest. The conversation between my father and the doctor held no
interest for me. Sitting up straight, pulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them. Something needs to
be resolved. Maybe. But it seems like the things that needs to be resolved is trying to hide itself far away from my
memory. My thoughts are interrupted again, but this time by my father, asking me how I feel right now.
“I am fine.” I said trying to put the most persuasive smile on my face.
“Good, you nearly freaked me and your mom out.” He replied, looking relieved
My mother took a deep breath and when she was about to open her mouth, my father interrupted “Do you
want to eat anything?”
“Yes, please.” I answered.
I can sense irritation on my mother’s face. I pretended to fall asleep, I can hear my father whispering to my
mother that it is not time to tell me the death of my brother.
Love, life, meaning… over.
I bit my tongue hard. Time made no sense as I try to push all this aside. It could be hours passing, but also only
seconds. Maybe it felt like time had frozen, because there is only one thing in my mind. My brother, dead…
Even depression can’t describe what my feeling right now is. All I can feel is my heart tearing apart. This is it.
This is where I start taking revenge on them. On everyone that has broken me down to pieces.
Finally I am released from the hospital, after I took a few looks around my house, that I missed so much, I started
to make a list of why these horrific things are happening on me:
1. I am one of the few livings that knows about the secret behind the beautiful greater bay area.
2. I was carrying a secret document on my car that day, which I found missing after I got out of the
hospital.
3. There are people after the secret document.
4. I have not been cooperating with the local police lately, who are trying to get the document back to
where it “belongs”.
5. That doctor at the hospital works for the secret organization going after the document.
After I put down the list, I tried to think this through, but nothing came into my mind. If only my brother’s
here… I thought about calling the local police to ask are they the ones who took the document, but that is a
really bad idea, because first of all, the police won’t attack civilians like me, since they understand why I am not
handing the documents over to them. Secondly, if it is not the police that took the document then I have just
warned them that the document is no longer within my possession, which will cause the police to go after then
document, meaning that I have just told whoever took the document the police are after it, because the police
makes a really big fuss when they tries to work things out. Third, if it’s the police that took the document, they