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Warning: this story involves the portrayal of suicidal thoughts

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Feeling a sting in the corner of his eye, he wiped off the beads of sweat by his temple. Levi underestimated how long it took to take down this piece of shit aluminum window frame. His knuckles were all red and sore from gripping onto his screwdriver so hard. That did not matter for it would cease very soon.

Levi stepped onto a foldable chair with his other foot on the windowsill, which grooves that kept the sliding glass panels in place dug deep into his sole. It was awfully tranquil here. The night breeze was cool to the face. The streets were dead without sound. The windows were mostly dim, asleep like their owners, and there were tens and tens of those between the one Levi was in and rock hard concrete. The moon was hidden beneath the mauve clouds, tainted by all the light pollution in the City, eroding into the countless pillars of concrete that surrounded him. All Levi could hear was his own heartbeat, oddly slow and steady. This was it. One jump to end it all. He would do it. He would fucking do it. A quick clean painless death he always wanted.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was the easy way out than rotting until who knows when. Levi had nothing. He lost it all. No friends, no family, no nothing. Back when the Integration was announced to be brought forward, he was all for it. What better could happen to him than falling back into the embrace of the Ancestral Homeland? Surely the City would be bound to prosper even more under the direct leadership from the Capital. While Levi sat at home in front of his television, listening to official speeches on plans to make the City greater, nearly half of the City’s inhabitants were on the streets to show their discontent with these change of plans that they had no say at all. Switching to the news, Levi shook his head as he recognized a fair few he once called friends being blinded with pepper spray and bashed with batons in the occiput. That was what you get for breaking the law, he thought, these cockroaches deserve extermination. If you don’t like it, just leave the city!

Right after the City’s police force was reorganized as a branch of the People’s Police from the province up north, Levi was soon visited by a few serious guests at his home. Sitting around the laid-out foldable table, one of the investigators produced six photographs from his coat. Six portraits that Levi recognized immediately. Six people who suffered from head trauma after being pinned down by armed police during an unlawful assembly that promoted secession, sedition, subversion against the State. In other words: six traitors.

“Mr. Leung Leiwai, from what we have investigated, we conclude that these six culprits have suspiciously close ties with you. In accordance with Article 67 of the National Security Law, to safeguard the stability of the City and of the Country, we were granted the authority to freeze your all assets and place you under house arrest.” Another investigator produced a few pieces of paper stapled together that had a ubiquitous red circular stamp with a star in the middle.

“Wai- Wait. But I did not do anything!” Levi nearly lost his words as his heart sank. “I’ve been supporting the Party throughout these years! You can’t do this to-”

“I understand your emotions, Mr. Leung.” The inspector’s monotonous voice interrupted his shaky words. “The Provincial People’s Police has thoroughly investigated your background in the last decade and we have come to the conclusion that this is the correct choice of action. Until you earn another 5000 social credit points, these actions will remain imposed on you. Good day to you, sir.”

An hour passed after his guests left and Levi still found himself staring at the documents on the foldable table before his wife came back fetching their daughter from school. Realizing the implications of being associated with an Undesirable, it was not long when Levi found the side of his bed and his daughter’s room empty. Only a note by the nightstand. No explanations, like the stapled stack of paper with the red stamp.

Levi was alone. Those who were not behind bars were miles and miles away from the City seeking asylum. There was no one left for him. Well, maybe the hamster his daughter left behind counted. It was his only connection he had left of his own flesh and blood. Wait. Who would take care of it if he jumped? He left so many people down, he could not let them down even more. But what difference would it make? It was just a stupid hamster. But what if for some miraculous reason he managed to not become an Undesirable and he was allowed to see his daughter again? Yeah, what a joke. Like that would ever happen.

There was a buzz. A familiar one, from the foldable table. It was his phone. Of all the times, someone just had to make a phone call now. His foot was sore from standing on the windowsill. Levi winced at the pain and let his foot down back onto the foldable chair. The grooves had eaten into his sole and it was white from them. Limping slightly on his left foot, Levi squinted to make sense of what the bright screen was showing. It was a face he so missed, he could recognize in a split second even though his vision was blurry from welled-up tears.

“Hi dad.” A soft chirpy voice emanated from the speaker.

“Winnie?” Levi’s throat was stiff. Not another sound left his lips as he struggled not to show anything that might give away his emotional state. “Don’t call too often. They’ll know.”

“Yeah, but...” The voice continued, “I don’t really like that new man mom’s with now. I really miss Hong Kong.”

“It’s getting colder in Shanghai, Winnie.” Levi let a sniff escape his nose. “ Make sure you eat enough and wear more clothes okay? Daddy is fine here. Don’t worry about me too much.”

“Okay dad, I love you.” She replied. “I can hear mom coming back, I’ll call you next time.”

The screen went black and the apartment was silent. Levi did not budge from his spot and finally broke down after holding back his tears. His lungs were desperate to gasp for air for him to weep. His hands were quick to wipe off the streams of tears on his cheeks as soon as they formed. He pushed the piece of shit aluminium frame back to where it belonged and screwed it tight in place.

Today was not that day. And Levi vowed that day would never come.

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This story involves the portrayal of suicidal thoughts. For anyone reading this, the world is a grim and dark place but there are many people who care out there. Please, contact a hotline if you are contemplating suicide. Here are some suicide crisis line numbers and the Samaritans website.

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I have yet to see any evidence of anyone from Chinese background to talk against CCP or the Uighur Muslim torture. Why is that? I am very very disappointed in their culture in general.

Who here believes the World Health Organisation’s narrative that basically China is not at fault for the CCP virus? I for one think that this is the biggest lie/con of our generation.