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Sketch of A scene-Home..
so we’re at home..gets enraged..tearing his hair out..banging,banging,banging head,eyes bulging out of head..red,angry,threatening..full of malice..I’m afraid..dunno what to do..vulnerable..scared..scared..scared..he’s screaming..see the eyes..not human..glazed,frozen look..door flung open..door smashed shut..lock flies off the door..I’m scared..what’s going on..who is this..what do I do?..police,yeh..999..quick..10 officers..truncheons..by now he’s totally lost it..totally..TOTALLY…He’s pacing..up and down..in and out..police can’t reach him..calm down,relax..he’s too far away..in his own world..cutting away..scissors..scissors..razor blades..he’s out the house..police car..out of the house..out of the house..