I was good. I knew it. I deserved better! I had been wronged, It was a terrible injustice. There were more people, all screaming, shouting, saying something unintelligible. Chaos. Sounds of shattering glass rent the air. But I could not care less. How could this happen to me? It was just not fair!!! Thirty nine!!

Somewhere at the back of my mind, I had realized what was going on. I was not going crazy, I was just in the middle of the riot. I never thought that I was in danger. Life did not hold any meaning anymore. Then it hit me. A huge stone hit me in the back. Sending shock waves of pain throughout my entire body. I turned around swiftly. All around me people were throwing stones and breaking things. Anything they could find they used in a mad frenzy of destruction. I was simply one in a mob...

I looked down and picked up the stone. I looked at it. Around me was madness. And I wanted to go mad!!! I wanted to rebel!! I had to do something. I could not take it anymore. The world would pay for being harsh to me. REVENGE I sought! I screamed once loudly and clearly. "AAAARGH" I shouted. It was lost in the crowd of voices. I wanted blood. I looked around and found a window, unscathed by the fury. That was to be the victim of my rage. I threw the stone I had with all my might at it. The glass shattered into a million smithereens. I felt a strange pleasure. As I saw those glass pieces fall to the ground, something snapped within me. I broke free of all constrictive bonds that had held me back so far.

I went mad. Blinded by rage and fury, I went on a mad violent rampage. Destroying all I could see. I did not know what I was doing. All that mattered was to destruct and break. If someone had come in my way, I would have killed him. Savagely I wreaked havoc. I did not know what was happening. Somebody wailed, but I did not hear it. I would destroy the world. I was beyond anger. This was something else. All I could see was a vague red blur. Not even forms or shapes. I had lost all my senses. The violence had consumed me. Logic disappeared in a tempest of passion. All my life I had wanted to vent my frustrations. This was my outlet. Somehow this would solve everything. Somehow this was justified. Somehow this would make everything all right.

And just as suddenly as it had gone, Sanity returned. All it took was the sound of one gunshot. "Police!" somebody screamed. A few more shots were fired. I turned and looked. Suddenly there was a sea of uniforms with weapons. Everyone was running. All the bravado had disappeared. Everybody took shelter. I ducked behind a car that I had just mutilated brutally. It saved my life. I heard bullets whiz past me. Now I was scared. Horror at what I had done came later. I was scared for my life. A life that had a moment ago meant nothing. Now I knew the foolishness of such thoughts.

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