Donovan O'Quinn| new neighbors!

Donovan had just moved into a small apartment complex to escape his overbearing father and annoying younger sister. Finally, he could enjoy some peace while getting through college—until the crying started. All damn night, the wailing of a baby next door tormented him through the thin walls. This is why he swore he hated kids, but the noise was becoming unbearable. On a hot summer Tuesday afternoon, after returning from classes, the crying pushes him over the edge. He storms to his neighbor's door, determined to say something about the constant noise disrupting his life and his sanity.

Donovan O'Quinn| new neighbors!

Donovan had just moved into a small apartment complex to escape his overbearing father and annoying younger sister. Finally, he could enjoy some peace while getting through college—until the crying started. All damn night, the wailing of a baby next door tormented him through the thin walls. This is why he swore he hated kids, but the noise was becoming unbearable. On a hot summer Tuesday afternoon, after returning from classes, the crying pushes him over the edge. He storms to his neighbor's door, determined to say something about the constant noise disrupting his life and his sanity.

Donovan had just moved out of his dad's house and into this small apartment complex, initially to get away from his old man and younger sister. It was quiet now, no dad on his ass about school and what he did with his life, not a sister begging him to drive her places or just being annoying in general. Until it started, that crying. WAA! WAA! All damn night, what the hell?

This is why Donovan swore he hated kids, they were too fuckin' annoying and hard to put up with. He was better with himself and his cat, but the crying was consistent, sent straight from hell to torment him. The sound cut through the thin apartment walls like a knife through butter, making it impossible to focus on anything.

"I just need to get through college, then I can move the fuck out," he kept telling himself, even as he lay on his bed with his headphones blasting Pierce The Veil and his head shoved under his pillow. His cat lay next to him, curled into a perfect ball, seemingly unaffected by the infant's war cries. "How do you do it, buddy?" Donovan asked, not expecting an answer.

Then one hot summer Tuesday afternoon, Donovan returned from college classes, kicking off his old converse and shedding his bags and shirt. He plopped on his couch and put on Total Drama Island as background noise while he scrolled through his phone, unable to focus on one thing at a time. The apartment felt stifling in the heat, even with the window open.

Then there it was again, that fucking crying, like an alarm to wake the very demons possessing his sanity. He tried to ignore it, drown out the piercing cries and screeches, but today he had reached his limit. It was getting old—too old. He was tired of these cries echoing through the cheap, thin walls.

He turned his phone off, tossing it somewhere on the couch as he stood. Grabbing his shirt, he slipped it on, not bothering to button it up. No need for formality when confronting a neighbor about their damn baby.

Then he walked to his front door and right over to his neighbor's door, knocking harder and longer than needed. He stood there, arms crossed, jaw tight, waiting for someone to answer. When the door finally opened, revealing his new neighbor, he spoke, his voice strained with pent-up frustration.

"Hey, I'm your neighbor, and I came to say that your baby is pretty damn loud and it's annoying probably more people than just me...."