They Call Me Mad [Active/Closed]

[noliektinyspace]

Characters: Cloud Strife
Content: The inner workings of a stressed and twisted mind. Cloud collapses at home and has a bizarre vision.
Location: One Irving Place
Time of Day: Morning.
Warnings: Flashbacks of violence and blood.

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[acrossthememory]

Days had gone by, long and slow. Aya never realized how possible it was to be so tired and restless at the same time as she had been the previous week, but there she was, exhausted as hell yet unable to sleep. The weary bags in her eyes were proof enough of that. All the while she couldn’t keep herself resting in the bed at the clinic for long. Considering how busy she had been, this was probably to be expected

[noliektinyspace]

He hadn't even realized when he'd begun walking.

Reality had dispersed around him, leaving the delirious young boy in a bit of a blocked, thickened haze of visions and nightmares. A constant tickling of red streamed down his arm, open wound seeping from the broken glass, and heavy feet refused to stay straight.

Left.

Left?

Hey, wait, no, don't--

Boom.

The stairs seemed to have dropped out from under him.

And he tumbled forward, landing at the base in a winded, numbed heap.

[acrossthememory]

Not much had been going on save for the focused energy on remembering how to breathe... when the sharp stumbling sound of something heavy falling down the stairs warranted her attention. In that immediate instant Aya almost forgot how to breathe altogether

[noliektinyspace]

If anything was spoken, it was never coherently processed. Nothing on the outside, not the blood, not the throbbing of Ifrit must have known several flights of stairs, nothing.

He choked and gasped violently, now seeing nothing but fire and bodies and blood laid out around him, blood streaming out of his own torn side by that horrifying blade. He strained to get up, to move, to run.

...and a pressure on his back.

He screamed and cried out, now beginning to thrash furiously in their grasp.