Voltron oneshots

Keith Part One

Trigger warning: contains mention of depression and self harm.
Part two coming in two chapters hopefully)
Your pov.

When did it all go wrong? The once happy girl now someone who isolates herself almost everyday. No one knew how much I ached and how many sleepless nights I had due to crying. No one noticed.
Even my best friend Keith didn't notice. He didn't notice the way I flinched every time someone grabbed my wrist during a mission or how I always wore long sleeves in the summer.

I sat alone in your room, staring at the white wall. Countless thoughts went into my head. 'Relapse' was the continuos one racing around my brain. I caved, listening to that horrid voice. As soon as I had finished dragging the metal across my tender wrist, your door opened. "Hey, Y/n. The guys and I were wondering- Y/N, why are you holding that?" Keith asked looking at the piece of material between my shaking fingers. "I-it's nothing." I gulped, quickly pulling down my sleeve. No one knew about my past of self harm or even my current depression. No one cared to ask if I were okay and if they did, it was always the same old lie, "I'm fine." Or "I'm just tired that's all." But a feeling in My stomach told me that they were all going to find out. "Y/n show me." I hesitated before giving the metal to him. The look in his eyes wasn't disgust or anger but, sympathy? I could feel the hot tears brim in my eyes. "Y/N can I see your arms?" He whispered, his voice shakey. I slowly gave him my wrist. As the fabric was pulled up, I looked away. I didn't know what to expect; hatred? Anger? Disgust? But instead I had felt hot tears on my palm. Realising that doing this had hurt someone, crushed me and before I knew it, tears rushed down My face. "I'm so sorry Keith." I repeated many times. I started to struggle breathing. "I'm so sorry." I whispered. It was as if all the strength in my body had just disappeared. Keith looked up into my eyes, his puffy and red. "Why didn't you tell me about this?" He whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear. "I'm so sorry Keith I really am." I cried. I hated having this feeling. Not feeling good enough no matter what I did, those voices that were my that made me do these things. I hated it. A warm, tender  hand reached my cheek and gently caressed it. "Let me help you." Keith said just so I could hear him. By now my eyes were puffy and red, like Keith's. I had felt more tears brim my eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I'm sorry I didn't tell anyone." I had whispered nearly inaudible. "Sh sh it's okay y/n it's okay." I gave him a look of disbelief.
"Okay? It's never going to be 'okay' you see depression is a silent killer. It kills someone right in front of you but you don't realise. You don't realise how they isolate themselves nearly everyday. You don't realise what it does to people. You didn't realise how I pushed everyone away from me, how I hid my arms even in the summer! You never cared enough to notice what was happening right in front of you." My voice had broke right at the end as I collapsed to the floor, tears filled my eyes soon flooding my face. "No one cared!" I shouted. Keith gaped in disbelief of my outburst.
He carefully placed him self in front of my fragile body, not knowing what to say. My sobs filled your room. "I cared y/n! You think I didn't? I thought you would tell me, not let me find out this way-" I had cut him off by yelling, "You noticed! If you had cared enough then you would've been by my side! You would've helped me when you started noticing!"
More arguing.
Things flew everywhere.
Curses were thrown.
Screaming.
Accusations.
'You are so stupid! No one can deal with your idiocy!'
'Y'know what you're right! No one cares!'
'Don't play the guilt card you pathetic little shit!'
'I play the guilt card? You're always pulling it because you're a fucking ORPHAN KEITH!'
'Well yoU ARE A FUCKING ORPHAN TO BITCH!'
Silence.
'Y/N I didn't mean it.'
'No you're right, I am an orphan.'

I sat in silence for what seemed like hours but in reality was only a mere few minutes. "I'm gonna go." Keith spoke up. I didn't look up or even say goodbye. Both of the outbursts had caused this. Once Keith had left, I crawled to my bed and curled up into a ball. My mind raced with what the other paladins thought or how they would treat me after this, or how mine and Keith's relationship would be after this. I couldn't lose another best friend like I did with my family. Crying had seemed to have taken its toll on me because as soon as my head hit that pillow, I was out like a light allowing the darkness to take over.