Lance: I woke up in Kieth's bedroom with Kieth beside me. My papa must have hit me hard if I can't remember half of what happened. The last thing I remember is that I was getting cradled by Keith on the floor with him crying.
My head did hurt, but I was awake now so I decided to get up. I made my way to the bathroom ad turned in the light. I looked in the mirror and wasn't surprised by what I saw. My face had obviously been bleeding and I had a black eye. One thing that no one knows about my papa is that he does hit me. Regularly. Regularly is whenever I see him, whenever I try and disagree with him, whatever he can find wrong about me he decides that it gives him the right to kick shit out me .
The same thing kept circling in my head: " You are a 19 year old and one punch from your dad got you like this?"
I am worthless. I am weak. I don't deserve Keith. Or Shiro, Pidge , Hunk, Allura,And Coran. I should just hurry up and die. Shiro told me not to do this again but I'm not gray with promises I tend to break them. I always break this one. I took the blade to my scarred wrists, pushed down hard, and slid it across my tanned skin. I watched the blood pour from my wrists to the sink.I repeated this again and again until I heard someone walking about the flat.
I quickly rinsed my wrists under the water an winced in pain. I took my bandage that I've been wearing since I was 16.(Not the same one obviously) and hurried back to Keith's bed. Why didn't I go deeper? Why didn't I end it? Why am I still breathing?