Vignette 1
When the my family moved into our new home we made some effort to get to know their neighbours but our neighbours did not seem very interested in getting to know us. In our old neighbourhood everyone was friends and got along. In our new neighbourhood no one seemed to care much for one and other, we didn’t dwell on it although it seemed rather strange. Screams, shouts and bangs make their way into my dream, I am standing in a war zone in Gaza. I wake up abruptly panting. 3 o'clock in the morning there goes that vexatious scream disrupted my peaceful sleep, this really is getting ridiculous, ever since we moved I have barely slept all the way through the night without being disturbed by those horrific screams.
Mum calls the Kew neighbourhood police for what seems like the hundredth time since we moved in regarding our "crazy neighbours" as we call them. Not only is it a disturbance of peace, we are all getting concerned that someone is being abused next door, mum recounts to the police officer. I often wonder what is going on over the fence, maybe the residents are of satanic faith and have ceremonies nightly, maybe the neighbours are really nocturnal beings and come out to play at night. Maybe they are just a bit coo coo? From my window I can see down to their home it is a small unit with a huge gall wasp infected lemon tree, sometimes when I look out the window I see the curtain rustle and a woman with beady scared looking eyes and dark hair peering back at me.
About ten months after we moved in the rubbish began to arrive at first we didn’t notice it because it was lodged in-between our two fences. One day we noticed the lattice fence had a large bulge we started pulling out bags upon bags of abhorrent smelling rubbish, cat food, cleaning products you name it. My fingers graze across a sharp can of beans and I notice what looks like human faeces. That was when we realised there was something not quite right about our neighbours.
Vignette 2
When my brother and I heard that the house next door was going up for auction we were ecstatic, no more banging screwing hammering at all hours of the morning. I had to deal with all that noise for eight long months that was when my brother began to violate and abuse me, he has always had a temper and I have known since we were children that there was something not quite right about him. When we saw the new residents moving in and we saw that it was a family with young children my brother wasn’t so pleased, great spoilt private school brats.
The night the new neighbours moved in was the big first night I stood up to my brother and his abuse that was when the real arguments began.
Living with your brother isn't easy and I'd had enough, the fights, screaming, shouting at all hours of the night went on for a few weeks without any of the neighbours complaining but I knew it was too good to be true. Two weeks after the new neighbours moved in I got a banging on my door "police open up." The police warned us for public disturbance and that the neighbours were sick of being woken up by us. The neighbours don’t know what I have to live with, fear, day in day out. The police woman asked me if I was alright if I was being abused, that’s what the neighbours has assumed. I wasn’t going to tell the police officer that would only make my brother more maddened. I was furious with the neighbours for calling the police, making my brother even more antagonised than usual, so I plotted against them, I thought of countless ways I could get back at the people over the fence. At first I thought of going and knocking on the door and screaming at their faces for dobbing on us. But then I thought of a better more cunning way to get back at them. I began to throw our rubbish in-between out two fences, cans of food, scraps and once even my own faeces I was so filled with rage from the way my brother was treating me not from the neighbours but this was my release. I continued to dump our rubbish in-between the fences not thinking about the anything but letting out my anger.
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