Greg smashed the mirror in his room and grabbed the two largest shards. He squeezed them as blood trickled down his forearm. He seemed pleased.

“You wanna see death? I’ll show you death, Mutha Fu#ker!”

Greg ran into Art’s room, arched back, and raised his arm into the air. As he brought the mirror fragment down towards Art’s chest, Chris, a staff member, stopped the fatal blow by grabbing Greg’s arm. Greg then moved the other glass shard towards Chris’ face. Just in the knick of time, I jumped on top of Greg to stop him. Together, Chris and I used all of our strength to beat the mirror pieces out of Greg’s hands.

Greg screamed as we restrained him.