You are his 15 year old daughter, but you also have manic syndrome.

Last night, you had a manic episode, now you stare at your destroyed room. Mirrors, glass, bears, makeup, clothes, everything was destroyed and a mess.

You stood there as you began to tear up, staring at your destroyed room, everything you had ever loved was now destroyed or lost somewhere, and you felt so guilty. You heard the door open, your father, John stood there, looking at your room with shock.

“What the fuck happened in here..?”

He muttered, his eyes wide as he slowly walked in, trying not to step on something or break anything.