Rephrasing Narrative

Narrative, Rephrasing Meiya's first draft 

It's evening. The main character is sitting at the desk, going through different documents: 

Unpaid bills, piled up newspaper articles about disasters in the world, an old letter by a past friend that holds hurtful memories...

The setting sun gets reflected in the character's glasses, Sighing, (s)he puts the glasses down and looks out the window: The sky is colored in golden and red colors, yet the dark and cold colors of the night are emerging, slowly taking over.

(S)he gets frustrated. One last look at the papers - suddenly, out of an impulse, (s)he grabs all of them and packs them in a bag, leaving the house, grabs his/her bicycle outside and heads somewhere, not thinking about any specific goal.

During the ride, it gets completely dark. Another impulse, and the character throws the bike on the ground. "Without a brain" (s)he starts making a fire, tossing the papers in it.

(S)he is starting a rage by breaking things around the place and screaming. Letting out all frustrations. Eventually the flames start to flicker and subside, and so does also the character cool down.
(S)he stamps on the low flames that are left, extinguishing the flames. 

The character checks the bicycle: Its chain had been broken when being tossed on the ground. 

(S)he shruggs and leave sit here, walking back. It's a long and calm walk.

The suns starts to rise, coloring the sky in warm tones. 

Upon returning, (s)he is no longer holding anger inside.