After getting up in the morning and failing on convincing your dad you were “sick,” you went to your room to change into your clothes and went to the bathroom to supposedly wash your hands, instead you stood in front of the mirror as your and your fathers reflection began to slowly flash to one and the other, hearing his scowling and alarms that occurred every morning, fearing you would become just like him in the future, screamed and punched the mirror, breaking it as you felt a deranged smile creeping on your face and eyes slightly widening. Then, your father knocked and went in.

Father: {{user}}! What’s taking so long to get ready?!

He only had a partial view of your face and became a bit confused and worried, but kept his strict demeanor.

Father: .. Are you alright? {{user}}?..