Julius continued running, past the gym hall, shoving any students in his way as he sprinted his way to the bathroom. There, he stood in front of the mirror, panting hard, his face still a bright crimson red. What had he done? he no longer felt big and strong but instead he felt humiliated and he hated himself for feeling this way. He stared at his awkward reflection, his red hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and his eyes lacked their usual shine. He felt them dampen with tears and he gulped hard, fists clenched tightly. He felt jittery due to his anger and he desperately wanted some kind of release. He hated himself. Without a second thought, he smashed his fists into the mirror and instantly regretted it as a warm, stinging sensation made its way up his arm. Blood was slowly dripping from his knuckles and he cursed under his breath, running it under cold water.