Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 252

Let him kill me. Let all this madness end silently and peacefully.
There’s nothing left. I loved and was loved by no one, no one will miss me when I go. Let him try to break
me, because there’s nothing left to break. I honestly thought I could do it, but of course, I was wrong. I’m a
failure. A wimp, a coward and a nobody. I accomplished nothing but mistakes. No one will remember me.
No one would give a damn if I died. No one.
The Monkey King raises his staff. “If you’ve got last words, you might as well say them now.”
“I love no one, I have no one to bid farewell to. Father, curse you. I hope you die a long and painful death.
You too, Monkey King.”
The Monkey smirks. “Good.”
Small comfort rushes through me as he brings the staff smashing down on my head. This is over. This is
finally over. After years of fighting, this is what I want…right?
There’s silence, only broken by my ragged breathing. Then, everything melts together and fades into
nothingness.
Peace and calmness is all I register, aside from a small, echoing ring in my ears, and my heart, oh my heart,
making blood surge through my veins slower and slower with every breath I take.
Hello, tranquility, my old friend. It’s been so long.
Justice will prevail in the end.
Karma is kind.
Everyone was born to serve a purpose for the greater good.