OK before you read, I want you to know that I barely know if any of these 'disorders' are compatible with each other, but I tried.

3rd Person's POV

"Death is a big thing everywhere and it happens to everyone. But death is unique in a way, it only completely takes you when you live out your life completely. In other words you are only really dead when you die of old age. The special thing is that if you die early you relive a new life. But if you purposefully kill yourself, you remember everything from your old life when you move onto your new life. Your old lives will stay with you, but only you can see them, you still remember their pasts, but you also have to deal with the people following you and talking to you."

That's the hard truth people have been taught for centuries now. You kill yourself? You have to relive with all your pain from your old life and your new one. And you have to deal with those depressed people following you.

 There are people who have been studying this and why it happens, but no one knows for sure. Theories suggest that some all powerful being wanted everyone to live one full and happy life. But I guess they didn't think about the unhappy people out there who keep dying until they can bear the pain long enough to accidentally die or to die of old age. 

Lance has been trying to do that for too many lives now. He had up to 8 now. Just try to imagine the sadness and pain of eight people, sad enough to kill themselves over it inside of one person and following that person.

The one plus to all of this isn't necessarily a plus when trying to fix the problem, but it helped hide it. In one of his lives, she was a famous actress, who had to act to hide her own pains and she taught Lance how to act at a young age.

Besides that Lance himself didn't have the worst life out of his many lives, but it did add some problems to the many lists of problems ha had. 

Like his past lives didn't have to go through homophobic parents, well they might have had them but none of the ones who weren't gay never had to come out. 

Anyways, lets go back to the present story itself. To poor depressed Lance we go!

Lance's POV

I sit through yet another tedious meeting as Phillip, Erika, Blanche, Darlene, Andrea, Cecil, Sean,and Doug all commented quietly behind me every now and again coming into my view in front of me.

I nod as Shiro says something I couldn't really hear over the small conversation going on behind me.

Me and Shiro are the only ones who has someone following us, but lucky Shiro's wasn't even depressed, he just wanted to live another life so he kicked the stool.

"Lance sit up straight." Cecil whispered patting my back a bit. 

Oh yes, these guys. I can give a quick description of them.

Philip was the first life who stalled death. He is around twenty and had a rope burn marking his neck, he is the one who tries to cheer everyone up all the time and helped me develop a fake personality for myself. He also gave me my depression

Erika is mostly quiet and her eyes are stabbed out and wrists cut deeply. She helps me with my hair, but she was the one to burden me with my bad habit of self harm, cutting mostly. She is around eighteen.

Blanche is pretty young, age twelve. He looks completely normal, he took pills. He tries to keep me company. He doesn't do a lot but he is nice... I guess. He gave the gift of anxiety. Not bad anxiety but it's still there.

Darlene is sixteen. She is the one who helps me with my charm. She has a knife sized hole in her stomach. She too contributed to self harm but she had better ways of hiding it like burning instead of cutting, but only burning on her torso.

Andrea is thirty two. She is the one who helped contribute to my sexuality by liking girls. She also was that amazing actor, she taught me how to act. She has half of her head gone, she shot herself in her head. She gave claustrophobia as a gift. Not a really good gift for a pilot.

Cecil was a maid who never knew how old she was when she died. She gift helped keep me in order when I was tired, but contributed to my everlasting sadness. She died from sleeping pills.

Sean was twenty five when he starved himself. He gave me tolerance of hunger. But also gave me an eating order. He has no discernible personality but he hangs out around Blanche a lot.

And finally there is Doug, the second to last person in this long line of inevitable death. He was the gay one who finished my sexuality off and made me Bi. He is really loud and energetic for someone who killed himself. He is exactly twenty when he plunged to knife into his heart in front of his whole family while falling off of a building. A bit extra if you ask me but whatever kills you. He gave me that final bit of fake enthusiasm that built onto my fake personality to fool my fake friends. He surprisingly added onto my eating disorder  a bit.

These people made up the depressed, suicidal, self harming, bisexual, starving kid with claustrophobia.

Anyways now that I'm done with that I need to pay attention to this meeting.

"And that concludes this weeks meeting. You may finish eating now." Shiro finished.

"Let me guess, you weren't paying attention were you?" Doug chuckled as Philip did a back flip off of the table.

I shake my head and I stand up grabbing my plate full of a barely touched food glob.

"Thanks for the food Hunk." I smile as I dump the plate into the trash. Andrea shaking her head a bit.

Hunk smiled and went back to his conversation with Pidge.

I leave with all eight of my past lives floating or walking behind me. I open the door for them as most of them just kinda float in but Sean was carrying Blanche on his back.

I sigh and sit down quietly as everyone else kinda just packs themselves in, floating in and out of the room.

I grab the lighter and the blade that was under my pillow. "Which one should I use today guys?" I joked adding a fake chuckle.

Darlene returns the fake laugh and responds. "How about both?"

I gasp, smiling. "What a great idea Darlene! Lets give you a check on 'the step closer to death chart'!" I grab a big piece of paper from a drawer. Marking a check mark next to Darlene's name resulting in a cheer coming from Doug and Darlene.

"Why not make the knife really hot using the lighter and use the knife instead?" Erika murmurs from her corner.

I send her a finger gun and I turn to smirk at Darlene. "I'm going to have to take away that point and give it to Erika." I joke erasing the check and making it next to Darlene.

"Booooooo." Darlene whined. 

Philip chuckles and holds out a high five to Erika who never returns it but looks pleased with herself anyways.

Blanche yawns from on top of Sean's shoulders. "Lance when will you sleep again?"

I shake a finger in the direction of the voice. "I am trying to beat my record, gotta get in three more days than I will take a quick nap."

I hear a groan come from Blanche and Andrea fist bumps Cecil who stubbornly returns it.

I click on the lighter and the whole room goes quite. I pull the knife over it and just sit it there watching the knife slowly grow red.

When the knife was glowing red completely I put it down in a place it wouldn't burn anyone and I took off my shirt. I picked up the knife again and bring it to my hips.

I press it slowly against my side and I gasp, hissing slightly. I pull it across my side bringing it down to my hip. A year fell down and off my check making a hissing noise from the knife.

'Whatever makes the pain stop....'

I pull it off of my hip and I drop he knife onto the drawer. I grab the lighter itself flicking it on.

"Oh its been a while since you used just the lighter." Andrea laughs along with a giggle from Darlene and a slap on the back from Doug.

I sit down on my bed and I lift my hip up and bring the fire next to it. 

All inside pain eased and left to accompany my hips. I brought it all the way around my mid section and then I dropped the lighter and tossed it onto the dresser.

"Wooh!" I gasp falling back onto my bed. I air high five a cheering Philip as my vision fades off.

*Time skip*

I open my eyes to look onto a sleeping Blanche and the rest of them playing cards.

I sigh as I turn onto my side immediately regretting it and jumping out of bed.

I turn to Cecil. "How long was I out?"

She looks up from her cards to face me. "Only a couple hours, its around five in the morning."

I groaned. "And only three more days until I beat my record!"

I was about to lie back down when a speaker blared through my room. "Paladins please meet in the training room."

I sigh as I grab my bandages and I wrap them quickly around my torso. I also grab my jacket and shirt, slipping them on as I run out the door.

I reach out to open the door of the training room when it shot open and Keith collided with me.

I groan rubbing my head. Keith shakes his head in a way to show disappointment."Come on, it's starting."

I nod walking in silently. Allura and Shiro were standing away from everyone else talking quietly, stopping when I walked in.

"Ok, thank you all for meeting me here. Shiro has agreed to something special." Allura steps out of the way so Shiro was in the center of the room.

"We have found an air like substance which connects to our past lives and makes them visible to everyone." Shiro announces gesturing around the room.

By now, everyone has made it into the room. Darlene leans over to Philip whispering. "I bet you five step to death points that this isn't going to work." Philip nodding quickly in response.

Shiro nods. "I have talked it out with my past life, and we have decided that you guys can meet him."  Shiro walks over to Coran who was holding a small device and takes it. 

Pidge is slightly bouncing up and down and Hunk is standing there nervously. Both me and Keith are looking very skeptical about this.

Coran nods and Shiro swiftly presses the button on the machine, releasing a fog like substance into the air.

I cough slightly feeling my chest burn. I open my eyes to see everything exactly the same but there was an extra man in the room. 

I stand perfectly still trying my best not to move.

Andrea moves over to Sean and mumbles. "Did it work?"

Pidge jumps up and runs over to Cecil and then over to Blanche. "Shiro! You have soo many!"

Shiro gawks at the eight extra people in the room. "Pidge, they are not my past lives." He motions over to the old guy in the corner. "This is my one past life..."

Keith walks over to Doug and flicks him in the fore-head resulting in Doug kicking Keith in the shin making Keith stumble back a bit. "Then who do they belong to?"

Erika, Sean, and Andrea send me a look. Blanche yawns. "We are Lance's" Everyone looks over to him and I send him a glare. "Ohhh... was I not supposed to say?"

Hunk gasps, Pidge gawks, Keith glares, and Shiro looks worried.

I sigh. "Line up!" I order. My past lives quickly get into their line and I start naming them off.

"This is Philip."

"Hello."

"Erika,"

A small curtsy.

"Blanche,"

A muffled yawn.

"Darlene,"

"Howdy." A fake southern accent.

"Andrea,"

"The pleasure is mine."

"Cecil,"

"Hi."

"Sean,"

A bow. 

"And Doug."

A energetic wave.

I motioned to them. "My past lives."

I walk around Shiro, towards Keith, up to Hunk, and next to Pidge.

"The people who contribute to making my life hell."

I bow as Darlene starts cheering and Andrea pats me on the back. "That's my dramatic boy for you."

Shiro steps back. "Lance, thats-"

"Bad? I should have told you? You all now except the fact that you hate me? Yeah I know." I walk over to Philip looking him in his eyes.

Keith shakes his head violently. "So what you are saying is that you never told us that you have," He quickly counts them. "Eight past lives, one each slowly adding to your problems?"

"Yup"

"Depression?" Shiro asks nervously

" I guess. "

"Anxiety?"

"Kinda I mean."

"Self harm?" 

I lift up my shirt, gasps echoing through the room.

"How did that happen?" Hunk asks quietly.

"I don't know Hunk, I tripped and got a really bad rug burn."

Shiro takes a deep, shaky breath. 

"Suicidal?"

"What do you think?"