The door slammed loudly behin him as he stalked out, the gravel rough and cold beneath his bare feet. He was no longer sure what was going on, his mind in a thousand pieces and his body moving on its own, his hands bare fists, the knuckles bone-white and straining. He barely registered the wall in his vision before he was right before it, his fists swinging back and forth in a frenzy of release, his breath coming ragged in seconds, his skin splitting and the blood flowing free. After his mind registered the cracking of his bone on the cold, hard brick, he fell to his knees and cradled his hands, his body shaking uncontrollably as his shoulders heaved and his ragged breathing became ragged sobbing. He threw his head back and screamed at the top of his lungs at the night sky, longer and louder than he even thought possible, until his voice cut out and he began breathing again, repeating the process several times until his fell to one side, curled around his bloodied hands, and the darkness closed in.