Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 509

I wake with a jolting start and pain shoots through my arm. I scream, hysterical. Unbearable agony wakens my body. I try to punch
my wound. I hit it again and again, until strong hands force me down. I recognise these hands. “Angel.” I whisper, before blackness
hits.
John
The word angel drips from her lips like honey. Her eyes droop and her body sinks into the bed, defeated. Her father hurries to Mei’s
side and kneels beside her. He gently brushes the loose hair from her neck and feels her pulse. I freeze and my beating heart is the
only thing that I hear. I watch the light in Mei’s father’s eyes go out. He collapses onto Mei and sobs into her hair, kissing and
stroking her face. I stumble backwards. My heart aching, my soul torn. I rip off my gleaming gold badge and scream.