Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 96

Before I could make a move, I felt a tight grip around my shoulder, pulling me back, I almost fell. I feel someone
putting their arm around my neck and my heart is beating so fast as if it would jump out of my chest. What is
going on? I felt a gun pressing against my head. Why me?
“Please don’t kill me. I have done nothing to you, I don’t even know you.” This is the first thing that comes to
my mind. “Don’t kill me,” I pleaded. He groaned angrily as if I had done and said something. He pressed the
gun against my head harder. Tears fell down my cheek and my heart thumped wildly at my chest. I was terrified,
of the gun being so close to me. I see Brandon and Leila in the crowd, I see police around the scene, I see people
walking away from us, they are scared, so am I.
He said something in Chinese, I have no idea what he said but I am pretty sure he is telling the police and other
people to stay away. I froze and looked into Brandon and Leila’s eyes - they are the only people I know.
I don’t know why but all the good memories came flashing back, tears come flooding out. I can feel the
pounding of my heartbeat in my ears and I was terrified. I was trembling, I feel like I was under water and I
couldn’t breathe, my vision blurred. My legs feel weak and I fell on my knees. I passed out.