Fiction: Group 3
They threw me into a repugnant car boot as I kicked and hit aimlessly. I was as weak as a newborn,
unable to move, laid in a cramped place. I was gasping, unable to breathe. The sound of the engine
thundered like uncountable drums, the repetition of the sound making my ear drum explode. My tongue
ran over my cracked lips, a mixture of bitterness and saltiness. A throbbing pain shot up in my hands,
probably from the cuts and bruises. I was somehow drowsy, and the tears welled up in my eyes were
blurring my sight. I inched forward to find my own sister, reclined, her breathing slow and steady. I reached
out my raw hand, shaking, as I pushed her fragile body on her back. “Lian?” I stuttered. “Lian!” I repeated,
this time louder as I stoked her hair softly. No response. I looked at her slender face, eyes shut, face relaxed.
Like she was in a deep sleep. I may have lost her forever. “I should not have let go of her hand! This would
not have happened if I made the right move! This is my fault! I’m so sorry Lian. I… I love you with all my
heart, and now I’ve lost you forever.” I mumbled, breaking into a cold sweat. Her breath had stopped all at
once, and she was surely to be dead.
My tears fell and splattered on her pale lifeless cheeks, as I cried my eyes out. “She will be up there
with papa now, in heaven.” The car’s engine died down and the car boot opened. The sunlight blinded my
eyes. I had no idea how long I was stuck in this car boot, traveling miles and miles away from home. Three
men stood in front of me. One was rather stout and had a potbelly. One was tall and boney. One was
muscular and looked fierce, with more ink than skin on his body. They were all examining me with their
beady and evil eyes. “We should throw them out.” The man with a potbelly whispered to the muscular
one. “ One’s dead and the other don’t cost much. She’s not going to survive the journey from here to
Foshan by boat. “Please don’t do this to me!” I mumbled as my eyes shut, letting go of all hope. Suddenly,
hands grabbed me by the waist. My heart pounded as quickly as a runaway train. Forcing my eyes wide
open, I saw they were heading for the Pearl. My limbs flew into action, kicking and shouting. They were
running now, towards the stunning river.
A loud splash filled the air. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lian, flying, mid air, and landing
headfirst into the glistening water. “Lian!” I screamed, my heart shattering into millions of pieces. “Lian!” I
bawled, my voice hoarse. Thrashing my limbs with the left over energy, I broke away from the men who
were carrying me and ran to the side of the river. My feet pounded the ground as I heard the shouting men.
I ran as swiftly as my tiny legs could carry me. I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my chest, panting
as I reached the bank. “Lian!” I called one last time. There was no use. She was already gone. My knees
gave way as I collapsed onto the muddy ground, my tattered clothes stained by the dirt. Approaching
footsteps were getting louder by the second. I turned around and saw the three men, gaining on me. I
decided to let go. I heard a splash as I plummeted into the river. I wanted to be with papa and Lian.
I sank, my weight pulling me down, to the depths of the river. I sank into the depths of the Pearl
River Delta, where our memories shall remain.
