Now I wasn't happy at all. I was creepy.
I had to get away.
No! Run away!
Now.
I couldn't bear the truth any longer.
– Martin! – I grabbed my brother's elbow. He looked at me. – I'm leaving!
– Are you laughing? – he grinned. – The concert has just started!
– I'm not forcing you to come with me! I just don't like it here! I'll find a nightclub! – I said insistently, raising my voice as the song came to an end, the music stopped, and the room erupted in applause, shouts, and whistles.
– All right! I'll call you later!
I hastily kissed my brother on the cheek and with difficulty headed for the exit: people were standing so tightly together that I thought I would reach the exit without clothes.
– Baby, where are you going? – I suddenly heard Grue's voice. I had already reached the stairs.
– Smoke! – I briefly threw her and hurried out into the street.
In my head, your voice
Tantalising me with no stop
Endlessly…
(free translation from Polish by Author)
– Enough! Enough! – I whispered irritably and covered my ears with my palms so I wouldn't hear the words hitting me in the back.
– Pretty girl! Are you a little drunk? – came from beside me. A man's voice.
I dropped my hands and cast a disgruntled glance at the tall guy who had suddenly appeared in front of me, out of nowhere.
– What's it to you? – I muttered. My mood was like a tornado, just waiting to tear down, to destroy everything around me.
– I have a car nearby. Let me give you a lift," the guy winked at me.
– Thanks, but I'm full! – I threw him aside, and he crashed into the wall of the house where he'd dared to stop me. I was immediately overtaken by the smell of blood. Unpalatable, alcohol-soaked, shitty blood.
I walked quickly away. It was a good thing the poor mortal could barely see my face-I was standing with my back to the only glowing streetlight on this filthy, dark street.
– Fuck! – I heard behind me. Then uncertain footsteps. – Holy shit!
– Motherfucker! – I muttered.
– No, you can't be left alone!
– Martin! – I flinched in surprise and stood up.
My brother was standing next to me.
– Why aren't you at the concert? – I asked unhappily.
– I heard that some cretin had annoyed my little sister. – He turned back round.
– As you can see, I did fine without your interference! – Even the thought that Martin thinks I'm weak, on par with mortal women, thinks I can't defend myself, offended me. To the depths of my soul. If I still had one.
– I've noticed. Shit, what's wrong with your mood? – Martin put his arm round my shoulders. – Come on. I'll put you in a taxi and take you to the club.
– I didn't feel like it. – This time I was telling the truth: the only thing I wanted was to lock myself in my room and lie in bed, under the duvet. All night. All day. – No need to sacrifice your concert. You go. I'll get to the hotel just fine.
– So you're going to a hotel?
– Yeah.
We were walking down the street. My arms were crossed on my chest.
– Shall we meet tomorrow? – Martin suggested it.
– I'll call you. Go to your concert," I said.
– They're taking a five-minute break. Something with the microphone.
– So that's why you're with me now! – I laughed.
Well, I got mad at him for nothing!
– Yes, and in those five minutes I can get you in a taxi and back. There's a taxi just round the corner. That's why I like Gdansk. Have you wandered round the city yet? – Martin looked very happy.
