He screamed and in his house of memories he made chaos happen outside of his own mind. The walls shook and rattled the windows; the ceiling shuddered and the lights flickered; the floor cracked and the book cases tumbled over. Then everything froze in midair - in mid-destruction. He held it there, in between existence and non-existence. He didn't know he was though. He was crouched down, hands trying to hold onto his head as he felt it might explode. He made chaos and he never even knew.