I saw red, and for the first time, I couldn't keep my temper on its leash. I slapped him across his face, not even remembering that a mark was all it would need for people to chase me down to hell.
"Why did you do that?" I screamed, losing control of myself in its entirety. I threw him to the ground, sat on him in a rage to beat him up. Then I continued in the same tone, "Do you have any idea what you are doing by harming yourself? You are acting just like those people who seek attention through self-harm!"
"I'm punishing myself," he replied dryly. "I can't keep you close to me where I can see that you are doing well. I'm unable to save myself, let alone your friends. I wished for something that wouldn't come true, so I'm beating myself up for even trying that hard. After all, you wouldn't have eyes for beauty but one's personality."
