I stormed down the stair with rage. My face twitched with tension and anger. The elevator descended into the staff kitchen. I walked along the edge of the kitchen, looking over the workers. A kitchen worker stood in my way but after seeing my deadly stare, he scurried away.

I continued along checking the corridor. At each doorway, I stopped and looked inside. One room was dark, the lights flickered and piles of wooden crates were placed near the walls. I walked closer and observed them, they were discarded vegetable crates. The revolting smell burned my nose and my eyes watered. I angrily picked up the crates and threw them violently into the corner. A loud sound echoed throughout the room when they clattered on the floor.

My blood was pumping madly, I couldn't control my actions. I was too angry. I exited the room and along the corridor when a large man smoking a cigar stopped me. 'What are you doing?' I snapped. He smoked a puff of smoke into my face and snorted, 'it's none of you ing business.'

'Move it.' I was on the verge of exploding. The large man towered above me, 'why don't you shove it up your , motherer!' I had enough. My fist collided onto his stomach, he crumpled forward in pain but gripped my arms. His force sent me stumbling backwards as he kept pushing me. I held his hands and spun his body into the wall. A nasty crack emitted when the man's nose made contact with the wall. I couldn't stop, I stepped forward and repeatedly