Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 409

“I won’t,” I said. “By killing myself, I’ll make you cease to exist, which will stop me from travelling here in the first place. I’ll simply reset the timeline.” “That’s only a theory,” he said, his voice tinged with fear. “You might die too.” “I don’t care,” I replied. “You killed my friend.” Having said that, I cut my throat. My eyesight blurred in a haze of red, and I dropped to the ground, no longer breathing. *** A beeping monitor woke me up. I was in a hospital, surrounded by nurses. “Thank goodness you’re awake!” one exclaimed. “What happened?” I asked weakly. “There was an accident with the classified project you were working on. Some kind of explosion.” she said. “Sorry, but I don’t know anything else,” she added apologetically. I sat up and gazed out of the window, smiling at the golden sunset. I had been given a second chance at life.