MetalshadowN64

MAKE HIM BREATHE One AM, New Year’s Eve. I should be out drinking, getting high – playing the role of a normal teenager. But I’m in bed, listening to the incessant thump of neighbour’s 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 it’s them when the yelling begins. I can’t 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 don’t know what goes o