Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 16

I told him, “After all of this we can figure it out.”
I wanted him to finish his journey as a hero. He listened, I knew he would do anything for me. I knew that
once he made it through this, we could live a better life together. I wrote him a note before he left and I told him to
read it on his way back from war. I had tears prickling in the back of my eyes letting him go. The note explained
everything, who I truly was, my daughter, everything. He only ever knew half of me. Just as he was leaving I was hit
with a bad feeling, something did not feel right.
I waited all day for him, the men slowly coming back from a heavy day of battle, Wong had still not come
back. As I was just going to ask about him to one of the men overseeing the fight, two men dressed in big suits came
and grabbed me. They showed me the letter I wrote to him covered in blood.
They screamed, “You traitor!” along with many other horrible words.
Yet all I could ask was “Where is Wong?”
So much was happening. I was caught, yet all I cared about was where Wong was.
They thrust towards me the two most painful words, “He’s dead.”
Two words that ruined me. I screamed. A pain hit my chest, a kind I hadn’t yet experienced. I screamed and I
cried as they took me away. Nothing else mattered. I didn’t care that I was going to jail, all I cared about was Wong. I
couldn’t lose someone else. The little hope I had left was merely a flickering light, except now this light was about to
flicker out.
It’s been three years since I lost everything I loved. I thought time would heal my wounds but as I have learned people
lie. My wounds are not healed but as I sit here in my little dusty cell, with a little bit of warm sunlight pouring in. I felt
okay, I was still in pain, everything I loved was still gone, but I felt okay. As I heard the screams of people outside my
cell I heard a new scream today I hadn’t heard before but I instantly recognized it. It took me a minute to understand
my mind foggy with pain but I knew what it was, it was Wong's scream. I didn't understand but I knew it was Wong’s
scream. In that moment life simply seemed like a game some people win and some people lose and for the first time I
didn’t feel like I was completely losing.