Klance: It's all Pidge's Fault

The Demons Inside

     "Shiro just texted me, Keith isn't coming today so I guess we can get started," Pidge sighed. Lance laughed.

    "Typical," he muttered. Pidge glared at him.

     "Cut him some slack Lance, he's been going though a lot lately," Pidge yelled. Lance rolled his eyes.

    "Everyone goes through shit Pidge, it's how we handle it that matters," Lance told her.

    "Well some people go through a lot more shit than others Lance! People like Keith! It's not my right to tell you what he's going through now, or what he's been through...but trust me when I say it's a lot!" Pidge promised. Lance sighed.

    "Whatever Pidge, just keep protecting him like you always do," Lance grumbled.

    "Sorry Pidge, he's just in a bad mood from rehearsal. I think Kara got to go him," Hunk explained. Pidge sighed.

    "Yeah I get it, Kara was being a jerk. She was just nervous. She's been through a lot too," Pidge explained. Hunk nodded.

    "She's right Lance. We don't know what they've been through," Hunk told Lance who was still sulking. Lance stayed quiet. Then all of a sudden he jumped up.

    "I'm sorry, I have to go, I can't stay here...I'm too upset, I won't be able to concentrate, I just need to be alone..." Lance mumbled. Pidge and Hunk gave each other a look. Lance could feel his breath start to become uneven, and he realized he was about to have another panic attack. He ran down the stairs of Pidge's house, bumping into Matt on the way out.

    "Sorry," Lance mumbled, continuing on. He felt wind through his hair as he opened Pidge's door, then he began to quickly walk down the street. His breath quickened, and he could feel tears in his eyes. He hadn't known what triggered it, his panic attacks seemed to be getting more frequent recently.

The truth was, Lance always seemed like the sunshine boy of Garrison High school, but he wasn't. He dealt with extreme depression and didn't know how to handle it. He never knew who to tell or how to talk about it. So when people gave excuse that they just acted a certain way because they had gone through shit, Lance didn't get it. Lance felt demons clawing at his sides each day, trying to pull him down. Trying to say he wasn't good enough. He always did his best just to be second best. In school, and with his family. Yet he never let anyone know. He kept his smile each day. Although, Lance had to admit...that was getting harder and harder to do.

    Lance quickly rushed down street after street. His house was a few blocks from Pidge. He just wanted to collapse in his bed, and cry himself to sleep. He wasn't good enough. No wonder Keith hated him. No wonder Kara hated him. No wonder most people at school hated him. He was annoying, and he couldn't do anything right.

    Lance felt a sob escape his lips. He panicked. He was in the middle of a neighborhood, and starting to hyperventilate. He heaved air, but none would come to him. He collapsed onto the sidewalk, taking shallow spouts of air in. He was shaking, and crying. He probably looked like belonged in a mental hospital.

    He had to get up, before someone noticed. Yet he was stuck. He was stuck on the ground, unable to move. He kept sobbing, and sobbing. He couldn't move, he couldn't breath.

     Suddenly a figure was standing over him.

     "Purse your lips, it'll help the increase of carbon dioxide in your blood and get you to stop hyperventilating," the man ordered. Lance did as they said. Slowly but surely, his breathing went back to normal. Lance slowly sat up, with the help of the man. He turned to look at the person who saved him.

    The man had dark hair, and looked of Asian decent with broad shoulders. Lance's eyes widened. It was Shiro!

     "Tha...thank you," Lance stammered, embarrassed. Shiro nodded with a kind smile.