Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 97

I fell to my knees. My life has already begun to break down. I could feel the hot tears rolling down
my cheeks, this time not in relief, but in fear. I tried to make up reasons and excuses to deny the fact, but
nothing made sense. I closed my eyes, the scenes rushing through my sight like a rocket, one after another,
not giving me a single chance to breathe.
"Christine." I heard a familiar voice whisper. I opened my eyes to find Kate in front of me. I flung
my hands around her without a hesitation, hugging her tightly. No matter how mad I was before, I'm glad
I'm not alone. "Christine, I think this scroll is relevant to you…… and possibly to your parent's death." Kate
said, her voice quivering. I looked down at the scroll, the letters shaking as my fingers trembled. I held my
breath as I read it. "Your parent's death could only be saved by one way." My heart skipped as I glanced at
the next line. "Everything can restart…… only if your identity changes." I froze, there was a lump in my
throat as I tried to hold back my tears, my eyes aching with pain. I stared up at the sky, my vision blurred. I
released my fingers, allowing the scroll to fall with a deafening crack echoing around me. My heart sank as I
fell to the floor in pain. I laid my head against the cold, hard ground. I wish I didn't know, I wish I didn't
understand, but I knew all too clearly. I forced myself to stand up, despite my trembling knees. One, two,
three. I'm ready.
I jumped, sat up, panting deeply. I looked around, and found myself on my bed, in my bedroom.
The sky was still dark, but I could see rays of sunlight at the edge of the mountain. Everything is so quiet
and still, but for some reason, my head is screaming with fear. "It's just a dream," I whispered, "it's just as a
dream." Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a stranger came in. "Hey honey, are you ok?" He asked with
concern. I blinked at him, confused. "Who are you?" He laughed hysterically, but I wasn't joking. "Oh
Lauren, you're hilarious. I'm your father!" With that, he left the room before I could say another word.
Lauren? I scratched my head in confusion but I couldn't remember a thing, all my memory has completely
wiped out.
I took a walk outside and saw a familiar house. I hid behind the walls and took a closer look. I saw
a girl standing in the centre of the field, gazing up into the sky. Suddenly, she took something out of her
pocket, it was beautiful. I squinted, and gasped to find that it was a ring, my ring. Terror washed over me as
every puzzle pieced perfectly in my mind. As promised, my identity changed, but everything is repeating
itself. "Christine!" I heard a faint voice calling. I immediately ran, but I tripped over a glass bottle and fell.
My arm was bleeding as waves of memory came rushing back. I looked behind and saw that girl walking
towards my direction. I got up and ran, despite the pain. For once in my life, I wanted to slip away from my
memory, to let it drip away like the blood on my arms. I could've warned her, I could've told her where
she's heading to, but fear has taken over me.
I never intended this to happen, I'm sorry.