transgender → klance

eleven

blood.

blood drips down from my wrist and the knife.

close enough to death.. I guess?

I cry in my bathroom while having so many different mix emotions.

My mom is already at work. Lance is asleep in my bedroom. This is the only way I can be myself.

Two. Blood drops from my wrist.

Three. More blood.

Four.

Five.

...

I can't do anymore. Why? Why! WHY CAN'T I!

I started to clean up the blood from the knife and my arm. I put my arm under the water. It feels worse. I pulled down my left sleeve.
I quickly and quietly put the knife back into the drawer. I walked back to bathroom. Spotless.
I looked into the mirror.

Hello Kate. Glad, you took my plan. Steps by steps.

I am not KATE.

Yeah, right. Fag.

Shut up.

Try me.

All I see a stupid bitch. All I see is Kate.

I walk to my room and sat at my desk. I put on headphones. I glanced at my sleeping beauty boyfriend. He's softly breathing. He took up the whole bed. Wow, thanks.
I went back to my laptop. I watched some videos on YouTube.

  "Babyyy!" Lance slowly put his arms around my shoulders.

  "Yes?"

  "I love you." Lance kissed my cheek.

  "I love you too." I smiled.

  "How was your nap?" I asked him.

  "Okay, I guess. I want you to cuddle with me!!" Lance whined like a little kid.

"Why? Just go back to sleep."

"Because we're dating! You weren't yourself since that day after you came out to the Voltron squad!" Lance starts to shake my body back and front.

It's true. I wasn't myself. It been 3 days after. I just feel different. In both ways. Good & Bad.

  "Just some things on my mind." I softly replied.

  "Tell me!" Lance screamed.

  "Just, thinking about what the future could take us." I lied.

  "We will be together for a loooooooonnnnnnnngggggg time. I can tell the future." Lance giggles.

  "Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes and giggles.

  "come in bed please!" He grabs my arm.
My left arm.

  "OUCH!" I yell with pain and forgot what I did on my arm.

  "Ah! I'm sorry! What's wrong!" Lance freaked out and let go of my arm.

  "UHH! ITS JUST MY ARM HURTS ITS OKAY! DONT WORRY ABOUT IT!!" I nervously laughed it off. Fuck. I messed up.

  "You sure?" Lance asks.

  "Yeah!"

  "Now, cuddle with me!" Lance grabs my shoulders and drags me to bed.

  "But I don't want to sleep!" I whined.

  "Then we can just talk." Lance rests his head on my chest.

  "Okay.. What should we talk about?"