Section.

Sarah just sat there in her bed. She could hear the walls of her temples being stripped and agony filled her heart. Her head hurt while she cried silently, not wanting to be heard. The first time you hear destruction it tears your world apart, when you see it later though, falling it crumbles beneath your feat and cracks, one foot each side of the divide; you realise that you are witnessing a situation that seems all but sane, your vision is already blurred with tears that will soften a reality too harsh to bear- you cannot see through a crystallized, glossy stare.

Excerpt from a future play.