This is a true story. Duh.
When I was hospitalized (for demolishing my room) my brother came to visit. I was in a bad place, angry at the whole world. We fought. And then I said something I will not repeat here, something a brother should never say. Just to give you a hint on how bad it was - it involved his son.
He got up in shock and rushed out of the room. It took me a second to realize what I've just said. This is how you lose your brother. I ran after him, screaming his name across the hallway. A nurse already unlocked the door for him and he was half-way out. He didn't look at me, but I could see he was crying.
Just then, anger took over and I lost it. If I could just tell him I love him. He was gone and I thought I'd never see him again. But even without this fear, I was so revolted by my actions I couldn't cointain the feeling that I deserve a good beating. So I punched myself as hard as I could. Right in the face. Had the biggest black-eye for two weeks.
And you know what, I still think I deserved it.