I did it because what else was I supposed to do? Sit in a musty hole with my parents, who drank all day and made me hand out flyers... Yes, flyers, just so they could buy wine for five złoty at the grocery store and get drunk again. Today, while they were tipsy, I quickly packed my clothes (of which there wasn't much), some cosmetics, and my daily routine, and off I went. I also grabbed my blackheads, which I'd been carefully hiding under the baseboard, and headed to the bus stop. That was the only place I could think of. At least I was sure no one would be there at that hour (it was well after midnight). Wrapped tightly in the only blanket without stains or holes, I pondered, or rather, dreamed. It was the only activity that allowed me to escape the gray and damned reality. A reality that was so awful that I lost all desire to live. At school... at school, I was screwed. No one liked me, no one spoke to me, and from the first grade onwards… Actually, from the second semester onwards, I was alone in that grade. All my free time, between odd jobs and school, was taken up by studying, which, unfortunately, ended with the arrival of summer vacation. My GPA was 5.7… But what good was that if there was no one to congratulate me, hug me, or tell me they were proud of me? I did everything for myself… it was tedious. And that day, I couldn't. With free time, sixteen years old, and a considerable sum of money, I decided to get away and start all over again, knowing that no one would miss me or look for me.
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At five in the morning, I was woken by the rising sun, which started to blaze with its brilliance. I packed a blanket in my backpack and set off in search of "Toy-toys," or something like that. Well… I simply went looking for those lousy toilets, where there were holes in the stonework, and even if the entire hole was filled with shit by noon, no one would empty it until the next day. Finally, I found one. It was standing near a construction site. It was a disgusting blue, and the smell was coming from it before you even noticed it. I spontaneously yanked open the door, and there it was... some slob. Sitting on the cold marble, all red, (either from exertion or excitement) calmly shitting. I knew he was shitting, not just because men piss standing up... the realization dawned on me when, as I stood there for a moment, staring at his surly face, I heard the sound of mush flattening against something hard. Bleeeee. I slammed the door shut, leading to a suffocating smell of shit, and wandered off in search of another toilet.
I decided to go to the gas station, hoping to hitch a ride. Walking through the park, I watched with envy the children playing on the carousel, their mothers watching them with glee in their eyes. It was a scene I had never experienced. From a young age, it was all shouting, beatings, and alcohol. This was the foundation of my life. My miserable life. If anyone wanted to get to know me, they certainly wouldn't be surprised that I was running away. Or so I imagined. Passing the beautiful marble fountain recently donated by the city hall, I glanced back. And I was right. Angry, devastated, and above all, tipsy, my father staggered along the sidewalk. With a three-day beard and a belly spilling out of his overly tight, ripped jeans, he didn't make a pleasant impression. With a beer under his arm, he walked faster and faster toward me. For a moment, my legs gave out, but when I realized the danger of being caught, I started running. I ran, bumping into children and old women who had nothing to do, so they were gossiping. I turned to see where my father was. To my surprise, despite his huge belly, he was only a few meters away. I quickened my pace, but after a moment, I bumped into someone. I looked up and saw a tall, brown-haired man staring at me in surprise.
"Hold her!" my father shouted. But the boy, seeing the terror in my eyes, released me, smiling reassuringly. I thanked him silently and vowed that if I ever saw him again, I would repay him as best I could. Turning into the twisting streets, I was certain I would soon lose my sire, and so it was. When I reached the gas station, panting and practically crawling with exhaustion, I was certain I would never see my father's filthy, grumpy face again. I quickly rushed inside and nervously searched for the restroom door. When I spotted it, I dashed inside like a bolt of lightning, and there it was… FAILURE. Seven women in front of me and only one toilet. This nightmare vision was further enhanced by the stench coming from the toilet and the fact that the woman who was there at the time did not intend to come out for at least fifteen minutes, as the lady standing in front of me told me she had diarrhea. I leaned against the sink behind me and pulled Irena Jurgielewiczowa's book "Niespokojne godziny" (Restless Hours) from my backpack. It was one of many books I'd bought for a ridiculously low price at the local library's sale. It meant a lot to me. I could have read it non-stop. However, I put it back in my backpack without even finding my favorite passage. Fifteen minutes later, it was my turn. I did what I had to do in a flash and left the restroom with a stuffy nose. I went to the dirty sink and splashed my face with cold water, thanking God that at least it wasn't dirty. I brushed my hair a bit and went out to the store. I needed to stock up on supplies for the long journey ahead.
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Instead of taking the basket, I, like some crazy idiot, held everything in my hands. Still, there was a lot of it: two bags of large crisps, a few bags of freckles, Two packs of jelly beans, three cans of Pepsi, two half-liters of water, four Tymbark apple-mint cans, which I adore, six 3-bits, and my wallet in my mouth. And just as I was about to bend down to grab a lemon Orbit gum, someone bumped into me. I literally thought I was going to crush someone. Shopping like that, I was struggling so hard to hold it together, and then some fag bumps into me and it's all for nothing.
"Damn it, man, watch where you're going," I started yelling as I knelt down to gather everything. "
Here, I'll help you, but next time don't yell like that." I looked up at the intruder and saw the guy who had helped me escape from my father.
"It's you!" I shouted so loudly that everyone in the store turned to look at us.
"Yes... that's me!" he smiled ear to ear. "I'm..."
"What do I care who?" You are." I slapped his outstretched hand. "Help me pick this all up.
" "What, are you going to Antarctica?" he asked, looking strangely at my abundant purchases.
"No... but as far away from here as possible. Why do you even care?"
He placed my purchases on the counter, and the saleswoman began tapping something at the cash register. I noticed that my savior had vanished within three seconds. I sighed loudly and then began paying for my purchases.
On my way out, I noticed a silver Mercedes at one of the gas stations. A man who looked about twenty-five was standing next to it. I approached him.
"Excuse me," I said. "Could you give me a ride?"
The man looked me up and down, a triumphant smile on his lips.
"I'm Michał," he offered me his hand.
"And I... Asia," I thought up a name on the spot. I wasn't about to tell some stranger my real name.
Five minutes later, we were driving down a road I hadn't been familiar with. Beautiful views stretched out the car window. We were passing a vast meadow, where beautiful, colorful flowers were blooming. I sat there daydreaming until I finally felt the driver's hand on my knee. I didn't object, afraid he'd throw me out of the car, and where we were was utterly deserted. However, I couldn't resist when his hand began to hover near my lower abdomen.
"What the hell are you doing?" I slapped his hand away. He looked at me as if I'd punched him in the face.
Less than a minute later, I was walking alone on a road leading to... I don't even know where. I just kept going. I'd never cried before, and I wasn't going to cry this time either. Why should I?! Because I didn't know what would happen to me, because some horny perv wanted to fuck me?! There was nothing to be nervous about. First day... first day of a crazy escape into life, and already problems. I cursed a few more times under my breath, then pulled a pack of gummy bears from my backpack and started munching them. I was incredibly hungry, sweaty and thirsty for the toilet again :).
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