Different

Chapter 2

I got out of my apartment. It was middle of the night, one day was changing into another - I could feel it in my veins.

Midnight. Time of the death.

I still had the bad feeling, which was absolutely ridiculous, because I was the only dangerous thing here.

I started walking, silently and when I passed some street lights, there was no shadow copying the shapes of my body.

I was careful and fast. I needed to get in a non stop bar or somewhere, where is a many drunk and reckless people. Also no one will probably miss any of them. I have to find them, before the vioces in my head appear - as they always do when I am weak. Then I can't hide anywhere, because the scream is coming from my soul, from a dark place inside of me.

I knew I am not far from it. I could feel the slight balance between my maddness and sanity. The balance was strong as I was at the moment, now it was crashing into pieces.

I finally got in the city centre. I was standing in the middle of a small square. There was a better light, which was bad for me, because someone could mention that I don't have a shadow. That's stupid, right? All these little things.

I hesitated for a while where should I go. In front of me were some noisy night clubs. The music was rumbling and colorful neon names of the establishments were shining in the dark.

Which one should I choose? I asked myself.

Rot in hell, bitch. Don't hurt the innocent people.

I freaked out and I felt I am getting sweaty. The voices are here. I am almost out of time. My body started shaking. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate. To push it away.

You can't ignore me. You don't deserve to live. You are a failure, leave this world. There is not a free space for real living nightmares.

"Get out of my head!" I screamed out loud. From a car which parked a few inches of me rushed out a fleshless black cat. I frightened her. But not as much as how frightened I was. I put my hands on my ears in a desperate attempt to muffle the voices.

Admit it. Admit that we are right. You are a piece of a shit. If you feed, there will be more of us.

Of course I admit it. It was a pure truth.

"Please stop it," I burst out crying and leaned on the car, where had been hidden the cat.

The silence suddenly destroyed a loud sound of an alarm coming from my support. I jumped from the unpleasant surprise and tried to get as far away from it as possible, because the sound was tearing my eardrums into pieces.

"What the hell?" I heard a drunk voice. From one of those night clubs came out the owner of the car. I stopped my running and slowly turned my face to him.

He was tall and fat, his dark hair were short. He was standing kinda far away from me, but I still could recognise every detail of his face or how bad he smells. His aura was green from the alcohol that he had drunk before the alarm started.

"Hey you!" he mentioned me, because I was the only one here. "What are you doing with my car?" He was angry and frowning.

"Nothing," I whispered. I knew this is my chance.

No it isn't. Let that man be.

Shut up.

"Don't lie to me, or you will get hurt," he yelled. I knew his words were driven by the alcohol, but it was easier for me to take control over him while he was mean and raving.

"I am not afraid of you. Come and get me," I laughed darkly. He didn't wait for a moment and ran to me. Exactly as I wanted.