"Ding...dong..."

He heard the clacking off his feet resound across the hardwood floors, a few steps causing the floor to wheeze into a creek, a sound he never had noticed before since he was always had friends over as company since he hated being alone.

"Ding dong." His voice echoed across the home, coming to stop as he stared at the spiralled stairs running all the way up to the four storied home, a sight he never realized disgusted him until now. He watched the vases that his father had spent thousands on, the portraits of random ancient celebrities that none of them even knew about, or the single family portrait of the both of them behind a glassed canvas, as if it their smiles had been really.

The sledge hammer scratched the floor as it dragged beside his feet, finally coming to a halt when he reached the living room. The minute he did, he inhaled a sharp breath, letting his heart settle into a short ease before he lifted the sledge hammer and swung it across his body, hitting the television screen and shattering it into pieces. He watched as the drops fell onto the floor before he reached the side of the television and attempted to pull it from the mount.

Eventually, he did succeed but he laughed at how much strength it required. Even so, he wasn't done yet as he lifted the sledge hammer over his head and slammed it against the glassed living room table, seeing as it shattered into pieces and chuckling, tipping the table over.

Jasper destroyed the entire home; there were holes across the walls, all the kitchen appliances were thrown onto the ground, the wooden floors covered with all the food that had been left in their fridge. Jasper had a blast when he threw the ketchup and strawberry jam across their white walls, but laughed when he threw their kitchen table over the balcony. He did the worst to his father's bedroom; his bed was filled with all the wine and alcohol he could find, his television destroyed, his leather lounge chair ripped open, the bed frame broken—everything was in shambles.

Even the bathroom would need severe reparations after what Jasper had done, and he was only fully content when he reached his bedroom and did the exact same thing he had done to the other rooms. He had smashed every single window he came across. It was time he said goodbye, always relying on someone who had never wanted him in the first place, but he hadn't been prepared for all the memories that evoked when he did start swinging his sledge hammer onto his desk.

He remembered when Zyder talked to him in the chair he ripped, or when they told each other their first kiss and their crushes, or even when Zyder admitted that his brother had passed and he had decided to go to Jasper's house the day after the viewing. This home had been filled with awful memories as well, such as the nights he crossed his fingers, hoping his father returned home but only to wake up alone.

As Jasper swung the sledge hammer, shoving holes into the wall, he couldn't stop his tears from starting to leak across his face.

When he was done, he threw the hammer into his bathtub and filled it with water, letting it overflow before turning away and leaving the bathroom, the water flow crashing against the tiles and the entire washroom filling with water. As he wandered across the home, staring at the destruction he had caused, he surprised that although there were tears he had to wipe, there was no ache in his heart. He felt liberated, finally freed from terrors that seemed to have only existed in his mind.

However, the moment he stepped outside the home, he cursed under his breath, staring at the seven police vehicles parked outside of the home. One of them had a megaphone, shielded behind their cars and a few had their pistols drawn. Jasper stared at the fear across their eyes, instantly lifting his hands in the air.

"You are under arrest for vandalism and robbery."