Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 111

“Keep telling yourself that. Ever since you got on, you haven’t ever left the ship. Everytime we arrive on port,
you were thrown into the hold. Once we left, then you could exit. Is that what you desire, to be a slave on board the
voyage that you so willingly enter ? ”
What can I do? If I ever speak up, I will get beaten down again. It has always been like this, my family, my
‘friends’, everyone I know always try to obstruct me from anything. My dreams, my goals, desires….
Before I could finish my answer, the world became a blurred, and soon following that blur, faded into
obscurity. Reality returned with its horrid and putridness overwhelming my vulnerable senses.
No.. stop, I’ve got to get out of here.
I stumbled towards the box, empty of any herbs. No, it can’t end like this. I analyze the piles of other boxes
and found my target. Within the mountain of containers, its small label barely visible from a small opening within the
mountain, the only indication I need. In a swift motion, I claimed the box and its contents, but not without toppling a
stack of them, each of them tumbling downwards resonated so clearly, that the entire ship could hear it. No matter, I
got what I wanted. With the same procedure and sensation stated previously, I re-entered the space where no one else
could.
“Ah you returned, as I dreaded.”
For the love of the heavens, leave forever!
“Do you know why I am still here? It’s because part of you rejects the you that you’ve become. I’m your last
thread of hope to bring you back from the never-ending abyss.”
I have told you, the world is against me. Everyone thinks I am just an annoyance, and my lifelong dream have
been crushed eternally. There is nothing left for me, other than this space. Your efforts are futile, it is far too late for me
to go back.