Looking down from above, I watched as Huang Qian struggled to peel off my hands from his neck. Now that I think about it again, I don't know what came into me at that time to be able to produce such strength. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush or it could be just my rage speaking. But, my mind was a complete blank at that time.
All I could think about was hurting him. I really wanted to. It was as if something was boiling within me. Like a volcanic magma gurgling under the Earth's curst and as it shot up to the surface, so did my fury booming atop my head. My clutch on Huang Qian's neck became tighter and tighter.
His words. Everything he had said. They all kept on repeating in my head.
But it wasn't just that. It wasn't only what he had said.
A myriad of memories slowly intruded my mind. One by one they flashed like an old film and as if I could witness it myself, as if I was the actor in this movie, tears began pooling in my eyes.
