Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 41

Shouting can be heard, the scene is a mess. I am dragged away to the hospital to treat my head wound as I
struggle to try and escape. At some point during my scuffle, the joint fell from my hand. I scream and bawl, but are
they screams of regret or screams of desire. I use to be the hunter, but now I am the hunted.