Thicker than anything.

He runs upstairs, tripping over everything he possibly could: chairs, garbage, stairs. A fight has broken out. For once, the next few minutes of his life were not planned. There were no thoughts behind each action. Blinded by rage, all his screams almost made no sense. Frozen by fear,all his strength is used to hold tight.

It felt good to use all of his energy. His heart was beating fast, words usually held in explode. He was throwing all the weight on his shoulders and in his heart at the other. He thinks to himself, "Is this my way out?"

He regains control from his momentary bliss. His expression quickly sours when he realizes none of it took effect. Everything he had kept barely made a notch. A rubber ball to thick ice. Throw it hard enough, and you have a chance to break through, but any less and it will hit you back hard.