Possessed hearts - стр. 38

And I drink wine like that lie.

I drink the wine and feel her

(free translation from Polish by Author)

Her beautiful melodic voice sounded lonely. Filled the room. Our hearts. The world. And suddenly there was a roar of guitars.

When you look at me

It's poison, it's just poison

Like the sin that

I'm so close to

For a moment that can't be born

A moment that can't be

nor should be.

In a single glance I see us

When we love

images and thoughts change.

The loneliness leaves me

And I'm so sure of myself

I think you're just a dream

cause this dream is so hot

But, God, I can see that it's

Just millions of pieces of myself

(free translation from Polish by Author)

– What's the name of this song? – I asked Martin.

– Taboo.

No. It can't be.

I was suddenly bitter at the realisation that this song was about me. Expressing what I've been feeling for so many years. It denounced me, knew my secret.

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.