Rain pelted against my bedroom window as, perched on
the windowsill, I once again stared at the tall, slender figure descending the stairs
leading to my house. Not yet trained to walk in her overly high
heels, she stumbled over the imperfections of the street she was walking on, and her short
denim skirt carelessly fluttered in the breeze, revealing a hint of shapely
thighs. She rarely came, and when she did, it was only to collect money my father
supposedly owed her. Neither I nor my brother knew why.
There were always problems, and she was just another one of them. I rolled my eyes to
hold back the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks at any moment.
They didn't. The young girl I'd been following so intently disappeared
around the corner, leaving only emptiness and resentment for the world. I jumped down from
the windowsill and sat on the large, slightly old-fashioned bed
my grandfather had once made. In front of him hung a very large, black-and-white
poster depicting New York's greatest buildings. I was
drawn there. To the big city, where I could easily start over
… with a clean slate, without memories, unnecessary illusions, or
suffering. Leaving this shitty world and a mean family that
only cared about money far behind.
"Miśka, dinner!" Wojtek's voice snapped me out of my reverie. I slowly got out of
bed and looked out the window again. It seemed nothing had changed, but it did.
Even more leaves lay on the street, signaling the approach of autumn, and
the individual raindrops
I loved so much were no longer visible in the puddles. My eyes drifted to the end of the street.
She peered around the bend. Cowardly, afraid someone would see her, yet confident, because
she had been waiting for me, and I had appeared. Our eyes met. She slowly
raised her slender hand and waved in my direction,
a faint smile appearing on her face. I didn't know what she could possibly want from me... and I didn't
want to find out. I had my own affairs, my own problems, and my own life,
and I didn't want her in it. I drew the curtain and sat down on the bed again,
completely forgetting my brother's calls. I wondered what he wanted
from me. We were only three years apart, but my father
hadn't really hidden his feelings for her. But what next?! So many doubts,
insinuations, rudeness, and lies... seemingly normal these
days, but not for me. I was honest and demanded honesty... that
was the most important thing to me.
"Miśka, are you coming down or not!" The shouts could be heard again, coming from the
The dining room. I walked to the door and, as I opened it, turned
my head one last time. The window swung open, and the merciless wind blew the curtain to its mercy,
blowing a few green and red leaves into the room.
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