Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 121

The old lady in the chair got up and squealed, "Kumi when shall you pay me?"
The lady in white frowned. She also gave her hand signals to be quiet.It flashed back a sentimental
moment my mums name was Kumi.
The old lady took me home in her worn down blue car and brought me to a compacted cottage
by a train station. Although I was aware that I had mental delusions I was positive that this wasn't my caring
grannies home.
I went to bed early that night, I was put in a minuscule room with vandalized wallpapers, it was
also very dimly lit. I had previously asked granny if she could tuck me in and she agreed.
I needed to write my letter to my parents to send it up to heaven where they will be looking over me
optimistically in pride. I have so much passion for them. That they didn't deserve what devastating and
appalling event that we experienced. They are forever my inspirations. I love them.
It had been a long while; so I scurried down the stairs to discern a gambling table. Granny was in tears
due to her losing her money consequently gambling.
At that point I was sure this wasn't my magnanimous granny. She would never gamble.
I packed my belongings indignantly I was so infuriated I feel the desire to light the house on
blistering flames.
I packed my stuff and got out(keep in mind I'm only ten.) I yearned to get out!
Away from the tormenting, piecing atmosphere that the authorities thought they could replace
my parents. How could they? It felt like the world is going to come crashing down onto, searing lies is all I
could hear.
On my way here I noticed a train station; I was going to go there… I was to become a beggar and
eventually earn enough to get my tickets out of here.
Everything was closed so I sat myself in a dismal corner next to a bin, got out my cozy blanket and
slept.
I was woken up by a voice clamoring in exhilaration “Kumi and Aki are coming to save us, they are
the best doctors in the world, thank god.” A very boney man(to the point where the bones where
protruding and was wrapped in a thin wrap of skin.) He got onto his knees and started praying muttering
“thank-you.”
He came up quite close to me and bellowed “thank-you!”
I smiled until he repeated what he stated in the beginning which I couldn't quite figure out what he was
attempting to communicate to me.
”Kumi and Aki have saved my life!” He screeched bursting into tears of joviality.
All the thoughts galloping in my mind like horses ready to brutally battle in fright of risking a their
own lives. Kumi and Aki are my parents… They work as doctors and I presume this man needs urgent
medical care as a result of his severe starvation.
“When do they come?” I questioned the man anxiously.
“ five minutes,” he replied with a a large grin on his face.
A train came from round the corner there stepped out the same people in white that I saw at the hospital. I
realized that they were my parents. I ran up to them hugging them and shrieking “ mum, dad!” They
reactions were so distressing and blemishing I felt my world end…My heart stoped pumping, I discontinued
to breathe.
Their reactions were that, they were repulsive like as if they on purposely died. Then it hit me…
Everything was planned; the deaths, my granny. But why?
The same lady in white (I shall never refer to her as my mother ever again). She uttered “ Ayami,
I'm so sorry I lost a cherished gem in my heart, how can I ever ask for you to accept my apology.” The man
in white was silent but seemed to approve to everything she claimed.
My whole body started shuddering I triggered a pulse of desolate and despondency it spanked me so
rigid I couldn't take it .I could feel the floor hollering ”betrayal.” I fell on to my hardened wheelchair.
I woke up. There they were surrounding my snug bed. From then on they had great passion for me.
But I will never ever exonerate neither forget. I am heartbroken.