guerra smashes through the wall with a chair and a bed frame
I eventually begin to calm down. My knuckles are red, purple, and bloody thanks to the beating they just dealt. My forearms are also bruised from using them as battering rams. I hear someone yell shut the forget up, and in response I throw a glass at the wall buffering me from the whiner. It shatters accordingly.
I try sitting in a chair but then I remember I broke one of its legs, so to be on the safe side, my bed's mattress is used instead. I get a good look at my hands. The skin on a few knuckles got torn pretty badly, revealing the pink, fleshy dermis below. There are more than a few cuts going deeper than that. Neighbouring the patches of missing skin are rather large bruises.
I get angry again.
I take the bedsheet off the mattress and tear it into rags, before wrapping said rags around my hands. Then I prop the mattress up and start unleashing what destroying the rest of my room didn't get out of me.
Glass and wooden chunks litter the floor but my boots get the job done and I disregard the floor's state.
With each punch, my self esteem hits itself as well. Eventually I'm sitting on the floor, tearing up over Steele.
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