Mirror

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⚠Warning ⚠: DON'T read if these following things trigger or upset you in any way: Blood, suicide, depression, cutting
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"I can't believe you Lance!" Shiro was shouting at Lance after a pretty hard battle against the Galra.
"You just can't do something so irresponsible you just need to follow orders and stick to the plan. Not just go do 'cool' flips and distract the orders! You know what if you're not even going to listen then at least stay out of the battle so you can't harm anyone with your antics!" Shiro stomped away to the training deck blowing some steam off. Lance just stood there with glassy eyes almost choking out a sob.

The others looked after Shiro who stomped away then they turned to Lance "Maybe you should finely do as he says for once and just stay out of it" Keith then walked after Shiro not looking back. "Lance we are friends but this is war you can't fuck up." With that said Pidge left with Hunk behind her who gave a final look at him that said she was right. Lance just stood there shaking trying not to cry not to let his dark side take over once more. He walked to his room to calm down.

On the way to his room the thoughts pored in slowly,
"You just can't listen huh?"
"You fuck up with everything even if you were told to just stand still you couldn't to safe you're own life"
"You're a disappointment"
"No body cares about you"
"There better off without you"
"Your family was right your nothing"
"Hero? You!? Ha don't make me laugh!"
"Just die already you're a waste of everything space, food, energy etc"

The thoughts became worse with every step he took he only wanted to safe them he only wanted a thanks. There was a Galra ship heading for Keith and Pidge they didn't notice they were to busy with fighting other ships. Lance noticed and went for it leaving his post his comms didn't work it broke during the fight. He blew up the ship and went back to his post but before he got there the others were there. When he left is post there were more Galra coming in and started to attack Hunk, the others went to help Hunk making it barely to the wormhole because they were giving time for Allura to make one but with the defense circle broken it was almost too much to handle.

He hadn't had the chance to explain himself they just scolded him like every other time after a battle. Lance maneched to fuck up something every time, he finally arrived to his room he walked to his bed and flopped on it. Now tears were rolling over his cheeks sobs escape from his mouth and the rest of his body shaking. It went like this everyday,
Fight or train
Lance fucking something up
Getting scolded by Allura or/and Shiro
Get scolded by the rest
Walk to his room
Cry and scold himself

When Lance was done with crying eyes still red he stood up and moved to the bathroom. Once there he looked at himself seeing a disgusted, broken, weak, stupid, dumb, boy. Hatred fuming through his body his hands now formed fists shaking uncontrollable, angry tears streaming down his face red eyes burning with anger "YOU STUPID, YOU CAN DO NOTHING RIGHT NOTHING! YOU ARE NOTHING JUST A BIG JOKE! NOBODY DESERVES TO BE AROUND YOU YOUR JUST A EXTRA WEIGHT NOBODY WANTS OR NEEDS!"
He then took one of his fists and punched the mirror it shatter in a million pieces some big some smaller. He stood there for a few minutes with his fist still in the broken mirror, he than took his hand back bleeding heavily pieces of glass stuck in it some drops of blood trickling down the shattered pieces. Lance just stared at his hand looking at the drops of blood dancing around his fingers and falling on the ground.

He didn't feel anything, he looked up at the now broken mirror looking at the shattered pieces, some still falling of to the ground. In a way it looked beautiful Lance thought he took his not bleeding hand towards the broken pieces still on the wall. His fingers close to the broken glass he traced his finger again the rough edge, blood was now seeping from his finger slowly going down towards his hand. It looked fascinating, the broken glass, the blood flowing.

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