Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 450

Moment. The colour of these walls, the gloominess of a shop that has never seen the light of day, all of this looked familiar. And as
I looked up at the grey bump above my head, I froze. I frantically looked around for an exit. I knew I was in danger. I was trapped.
The door would not budge, and the wooden boards would not pop open.
“Hello,” a voice boomed, “Looks like you don’t know how to read signs! You were warned dearest.” He said in a mocking tone.
“You should not have come here.”
“Where is my mother?” I asked, trying to sound fierce and demanding. Although all that came out was the sound of a scared
looking girl whining to try and get her mother back. He responded with a sneer. He has my mother. The thought of this infuriated
me. I clenched my fist and turned around, ready to strike. I could not believe my eyes.
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I wake up. I am unconscious and lying in my bed back at home. How did I get here? I could not remember a thing. My head was
throbbing like there was a little man inside my head banging my forehead every second.
“You okay?” Ba waltzed into the room. “Been out cold for a few hours now. Do you remember anything from the incident?”
“Do you know what happened?” I asked suspiciously. Everyone is guilty until proven innocent. I think that’s how the saying goes.
“You were muttering weird things in your sleep about some man in a dark suit. Must have just been a bad dream.”
I don’t think so. I am creative and all but I would never be able to think of such detail like this. But who was that man. I saw his
face I just don’t remember him anymore. Come on Ying Ying THINK. I may not remember but I can guess. Who was the only
person in that gigantic mansion other than me?
No. Way.
It must be Tao! I pleaded Ba to let me go back, but seeing as how last time played out, he was reluctant to let me leave. But n othing
could stop me from getting my vengeance.