Faeya became concious in the middle of her room... or what the disaster was supposed to be. Clothes were everywhere, shelves were out of their place, a hole was punched in the wall, the mirror was shattered, her knuckles were bloody, and her face was wet from tears. Faeya sighed and stood to her feet, cleaning up the mess she made. "I need to control that every once in a while" she said softly to herself.