Eleven

It became noisy for the rest of my life. The schistty rock blaring from Platinum's place grates on my ears. It nearly drove me into a wall when the third day of horrible music reached my thin walls once again. I stomped towards his room, on the left of mine. My knocks were drowned out by the noise inside so I went back to my place and looked for my butcher knife. I started hacking his door down.