Beautiful Trauma

It had been days since he had run away from Ty. Days since the madness had taken him over. It had finally subsided a day or so ago, but Cloud wasn't ready to face his brother just yet. What would he tell him? They had killed the polar bear. He had torn away its flesh and broken its bones...and then he fled. He fled before he accidentally hurt his brother. The madness in his head threatening to completely take him until there was nothing but a shell of him left. But he didn't want to hurt his brother. Somehow...some part of him had managed to fight for the smallest bit of control. Just enough to run away before he ripped his brother's throat out. But even in that state...could he have done that? His brother probably could have easily ripped his own throat out...and Cloud didn't think he would ever hold it against his brother if it came down to that. Cloud was sick. And it was thanks to their bastard father for making him this way.

He sighed as he walked along the beach, feet dragging with exhaustion. He hadn't slept since the day he ran, and the wounds he had gotten from both the avalanche and the bear hadn't healed yet. The wound he sustained on his flank from the bear throbbed occasionally, threatening to become infected. He was covered in debris and old and dried blood. All from him, the bear, and whatever prey animals that had crossed his path during his madness. He walked for the better part of the day. Eyes dull and tired as he tried to figure out when the best time to return home would be. Was Ty angry with him for running away? He wasn't sure. Finally, unable to go any further he collapsed in the sand. He was so, so tired. And everything hurt from his ordeal. He would return home soon...he just...needed a little nap...

"SPEAK"