He keeps going for at least an hour. He rips everything off the walls, not even the family picture his mother used to adore was spared. The floral curtains were pulled down and ripped apart in his hands. He managed to toss a lamp into the T.V. before putting his boot through it.
He yanked everything out of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and punched his fist through the drywall. He asked his reflection in the mirror when had gotten so fucked? The reflection just looked at him with pathetic eyes, so he left it in a hundred pieces.
