I felt my whole body ached when I woke up the day after. I don't remember what happened after I punched the mirror because my senses became numb, and I immediately lost consciousness.
I look around and sigh in relief when I find myself inside my room. Thank goodness they didn't send me to a hospital, or else it would become too embarrassing to face people if they knew I tried to commit suicide.
I tried to mess my hair, but I winced when I felt the pain in my right hand. Oh, yeah, I remember. I used my right hand when I punched that mirror.
I look at my bandaged hand. It seems like I got a really bad injury because of what I did, and I'm sure Mother and Father were enraged because of this.
"If I were you, I wouldn't try to move my hand for now."
I immediately looked up when I heard someone speak, and I saw Brother Pascal coming out from my bathroom with a medicine kit in his hand.
"Brother..."