Dead Silent

Dead Silent

A few inches between walls and it feels like you are in a soap opera,
but this soap is real...

The sound of harsh, foul words and screaming tones unpleasantly greet
my ears. As curious is my middle name, i fumble over to position myself
against the wall, trying not to stand on sneakers and empty bottles of
energy drinks. I put my excited tempted ear to the cold concrete wall.
Shocked and horrified, what nasty words. Psycho and lunatic is what i
describe her as.

Holding my breath and praying that no more lorries or other vehicles
pass just so as i can hear another word. I fear for the daughter who is
being violently cursed at. I question, "How can this mother, seem so
vicious?" I try hard to imagine myself in the room where this is all
taking place. All forms of terrifying images cross my eyes, but then i
am cast back to the familiar poster upon the wall where my cheek rests.
Worried desperately for many unwanted 6 legged nightmares sit under
these familiar posters waiting to show themselves and be greeted with a
terrifying screech from me. Who is the psycho now?

A thundering rush of feet plough up the staircase. Everyone in the
household has heard the screaming from next door. The mother-in-law and
i giggle in excitement as we put the cold thick glass to our ears and
listen to what seems to be a soap opera. For a split second we feel
guilt, but that is dabbed away out of our emotions as we hear another
angry tone from psycho mom.

I step back in my subconsience mind and reflect on what i have. It's at
times like these you are thankful for the fantastic family you have and
your mum, who's voice you never hear having murderous tones in it. A
surge of gratefulness, a powerful force from within me flows around my
mind. How i am glad i am not that girl next door!