Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 34

“I promise I won’t tell!” I said.
She gulped and said unsteadily, “I saw myself, in the storage room, with Bo Ling and my fiance. Bo Ling
grabbed me furiously, putting something in my mouth. It had an effect on me, and everything just went chaotic. It gave
me energy, whatever he gave me. He was choking Na’Lan when he thought I passed out, but I faked it. I found a
broken paddle that was split to half and left a pointy edge on it. I stabbed him in the back continuously… until I was
sure there was no return.”
I gasped,
“I wasn’t myself!” she said defensively. “But Na’Lan took the fall for me anyways…” She drifted off and I
thought that she will start crying again, “But you know what’s the worst part?”
I waited.
Her voice shrank as she talked “I love my baby, more than my fiance. This makes me guilty and selfish. So
deep inside.” Her voice shrank even more that I could barely hear, “I knew it the whole time.” And I swear I heard her
whisper silently, “So I let him take the blame.”