I woke somewhere around four o’clock. Through blurry eyes it was the first number I could make out, and it coincided with the fact it was still dark behind my drawn curtains. Despite the time, there was a party raging on next door with music penetrating through the walls waking me from my slumber.
It wasn’t the first time, nor the first this week. I grabbed the first object I could find with rage coursing through my veins and stormed out of the house.
The item I’d grabbed was a golf club and it connected violently with the side of the head of a young teen who had his back to me drinking on the front lawn. His skull cracked showering blood and teeth everywhere with the force of the blow. A young girl who has been talking to him screamed in terror before a blow silenced her perminently shattering her jaw.
Inside, the blood flowed and bones cracked as the youths tried in vain to flee my enraged rampage yelling that all I wanted was sleep. A single downward swing silenced the music and I stood breathing heavily as surveyed the carnage. There was now nothing but silence.
Suddenly the sound of music woke me from my sleep. I rubbed my eyes and squinted at the alarm clock by the side of my bed. It was some time after four am. Banging on the wall I pulled the pillow over my head and tried to once more sleep.