MAKE HIM BREATHE
One AM, New Years Eve. I should be out drinking, getting high playing the role of a normal teenager. But Im in bed, listening to the incessant thump of neighbours music drift and bite at my nerves so much for trying to switch off. The kids next door are always noisy, the kind that are boisterous, and borderline dangerous. So I assume its them when the yelling begins. I cant distinguish actual words, but I recognize the tone of voice; frantic.
I roll over, unwilling to let the sound get to me anyway, it sounds no different to their usual antics. I dont know what goes on beyond the fence; their backyard isnt included in my view. Ive seen the mother, she wears those scarves wrapped around her head, and I especially notice how she wears the same outfit everyday. Ive never seen the father maybe there isnt one. I close my eyes and exhale, but another bout of yelling forces them ope