Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 28

Should I feel pity for those that I have hurt?
Should I feel remorse for those that I have betray?
Would … he be proud of what I have become?
No, it doesn’t matter anyway.
It wouldn’t have matter in the slightest.
It’s in the past, and he told me to stay alive. I’m just doing what I am told to do.
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I’m just that pathetic, huh?
Escaping the consequences of my actions, and just pretending that this is what he desire of his little sister.
A flood of memories came flowing back to me. The times before all this began, and that day when I have
discovered the true meaning of reality.
I don’t need this, I don’t want this, yet this is what I have ask for.
I need to take my mind off this.
Out of the corner of my eye, around 20 meters away, I spot a oddly shaped train, with crimson red and
murky black splatter all over. It’s two colours that aren’t destined to be together. Additionally, it has rusted
windows that look like it haven’t been clean in decades.
It’s isn’t a dream ride, but at least there aren’t going to be many people boarding, since who is going to hop
on into this madness?
I swiftly ascend to this vehicle we called absurdity and hoping that nobody is catching my trail.
The inside isn’t any better as well, and you would think that this monstrosity would end.
The whole entire ride is coated with dust as if every single breath would cause a instant suffocation.
It is a nightmare navigating the whole train as if the reason for this deformity existence is to mask what’s 5
centimeters ahead of me.
Without warning, all the dust just flew in the air, creating what seem like an impossible maze. The
microphone goes a little haywire with tiny flickering sparks coming out until a 20-year-old man with a
heavy Australian accent speak for what seem like eternity.