I walk in the house to find the place trashed. I run to my room and stare in horror as I see all of my prized possessions, the few I own, are destroyed. I kneel down and start to cry softly to myself, seeing my movie broken into pieces, my small Masquerade mask I made broken next to it. I bite my lip, trying to keep my sobs inaudible, but I hear footsteps behind me. I know it's him. I slowly turn to face him. I see him perched up against the door frame, belt in one hand, whiskey bottle in the other. He stared at me. I wiped my tears with my hand as he started staggering toward me. I hit my head on the ground