Klance One Shots

Suicide Hotline pt. 1; Klangst

Keith was walking by his boyfriend's door, smirking to himself.

"Hey it's Lance again......"

Keith stopped. He stood outside the door, listening.

"I know it's gotta be annoying that call almost everyday."

Keith opened the door. Lance continued to talk to the person on the phone, explaining his day. Lance hung up on the person and turned around, screaming.

"KEITH?! HOW LONG WERE YOU THERE?!"

Keith's expression turned from hurt to anger.

"WHO WERE YOU TALKING TO?!"

Lance didn't say anything as his eyes grew wide. "N-no one."

"You lying bastard!!!!" Keith screamed, his anger getting the best of him. Keith snatched Lance's phone out of his hands.

"NO KEITH DONT PLEASE!!!!" Lance cried, trying to get his phone back. Keith's lip curled upwards as he pressed the "Call" button on the most recent number. It rung

Once

Twice

"Hello?"

"Hello? This is the Suicide Hotline! How may I help you?"

Keith pressed hung up and stared at the phone in his hand in shock. He looked back down to the weeping Lance. Keith placed the phone down and left the room.

Lance's POV:

"KEITH!!!! PLEASE COME BACK!!!!" I screamed, falling to the floor. Loud sobs racked my chest. My worst nightmare was coming true. I curled into the fetal position and gasped for air, my whole body shaking. I stayed like that for 10 minutes until I willed my body to walk into my bathroom. I looked in my mirror and punched it, my knuckles began to bleed at the small shards stuck in my skin. I grabbed my razor and stared at it. I took my shirt off and began to cut all over my body.

I lifted the razor to my neck and began to press down.

SLAM

"Lance?" Keith's voice rang out. It sounded hoarse. Like he'd been crying. I saw in the mirror that he turned to me. "OH MY QUIZNACK!!!! LANCE!!!" He ran over and took the razor from my hand and snapped it in half, throwing it out the window. He quickly searched around for medical supplies. I began to feel slight woozy.

"K e i t h?" I whispered, swaying.

"What?" Keith said, looking up. He gasped and caught me. He grabbed my phone and called 911, wrapping me up at the same time.

"Hello? Yes. Keith Kogane. My boyfriend hurt himself badly and he's dying. We're at Altea University. Third building. Second floor. Room 2214. Thank you. Hurry please!!!" Keith urged, trying to keep his voice calm.

He finished wrapping me up and held my limp body in his arms. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't of walked out on you. I didn't want to cry or freak out in front of you. I'm so stupid. You better survive. I'm so sorry!!!" He cried. "You matter more than my pride I should've been thinking!!!! Just it surprised me and I didn't-"

"It's okay Keith......"

"NO ITS NOT!!!! I WONT LOSE YOU!!!!"

I smiled softly and closed my eyes taking a few deep breaths.

"LANCE?!" Keith cried out

Then everything went black.