Letting Go Part 2

There's no music.
Guilt.
Shame.
Anger.
Yes.
But not music.
Half awake.
Apart from that stupid bass beat from next door.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump . . .
Never changing.
Relentless.
Mindless.
Shit . . . Feel terrible.
My stomach.
Nausea.
Thump, thump, thump . . .
" Oh turn that stupid noise off! Only half hearted.
More awake.
I'm cold.
Neck's stiff.
Headache.
And ,my hearts racing.
Thump, thump, thump . . .
Stupid noise, Stupid neighbours, Stupid bass beat!
Suddenly, uncontrollably : Shut the hell up!
Rage, acidic, addictive, undercut with the fear of being heard.
Hit the chair arm 5 times.
One, two, three, four, five!
Shit, not right, again.
One, two, three, four, five.
Shit! Ten, need one more . . .
KILL IT, for god sake, KILL IT! Eleven.
NO! NOT RIGHT!
AGAIN! NO! One more!
nna, Nna, Nna, NNN! nnn nnn.
One more.
'Nnn! '
Yes seven . . .
' Look, JUST . . . GO . . . AWAY, WIIL YOU! '
Ba! Ba! BA!
Stop it!
For god sake stop it!
WHY . . . CAN'T . . YOU . . .STOP?