Bottom of the Blue Ocean

Dreams Aren't Reality

Sorry. I'm not good at this and I can't really think of anything good so yeah...

     Lance had severe insomnia. He barely slept for a few hours each morning. But normally when he got sleep, he'd get dreams that seemed so real, but so fake at the same time. They were too good to be reality.

     The reality he knew was scary.

     That was why he was always late for meetings, but he didn't want his teammates to worry. So he told them lies. He told them stuff like "Beauty takes time" or stuff like "I had the best dream I didn't want to wake up!" That one wasn't completely untrue. He would love to live in his dreams, for them to be his real life, but he would wake up eventually.

     He would slowly drag himself out of bed every morning to get ready. Sure, he did use concealer, but it was for the bags under his eyes. It would change the way they saw Lance, and he didn't want to seem as fragile as glass. He would endure the cruel verbal beatings from his teammates and fight, just so he could sleep at night. Morning, actually. When he entered the room late he would always get a lecture from either Shiro or Allura. Something along the lines of,

     "Where were you Lance? The galra could have attacked us while you were being reckless and late!"

     That really hurt him.

     He would just try to stay quiet most of the time but eventually Keith would make a comment about him, resulting in a verbal fight with threats thrown around. Then, Shiro would come in and break up the fight, telling Lance to get off of Keith's back. That's probably what annoyed him the most. Shiro's constant siding with Keith. Didn't matter what it was, if Keith thought something, Shiro would agree.

     Pidge would always be on her laptop, but when she got off and Lance asked her what she was doing, she would yell at him telling him to,

     "Back off! I'm trying to do important research! Just go flirt with some alien or something."

     Oh, so he should flirt with himself? Cause he sure felt alienated. Hunk wouldn't yell at him as much, but he wouldn't stop the others. It killed Lance inside knowing his very best friend wouldn't stand up for him when something wasn't even his fault. The only thing Lance could think of to get through the day was 'If I get through this, I can try to sleep. Then I won't have to feel bad.'

     Lance would just have to wait for the day to end, then he could 'rest' in peace and quiet. He had sleeping pills from earth, but he preferred not to use them, due to them making his stomach hurt in the morning.

     But today was very bad for Lance. They were in battle while Lance was trying to be the goofball they made him to be, and he didn't hear Shiro telling him to cover him. Shiro got shot, but he was practically unscathed because the galra had shot his cybernetic arm. That didn't stop him from being furious at Lance though. He stormed up right in front of Lance after the battle and yelled,

     "WHAT WAS THAT?! I tell you to help cover me and you're off making jokes?! If I didn't know better, I'd say you're a joke yourself!" Lance was stunned, eyes watery and big with shock. Shiro had never seen Lance look like this before, it made him regret letting his anger get the best of him.

     Lance took the step back from Shiro as his cue to run. He ran across the halls, passing by Keith and Pidge while they yelled,

     "SLOW DOWN!"

     Lance did not slow down, ignoring their complaints. He ran, turning sharp corners until he found himself in his room. He grabbed his bayard and shot the control panel. Now they couldn't see or bother him.

     Just as Lance thought this, he heard banging on the metal door. Probably Shiro. The sound was metal on metal so it was definitely Shiro, considering Pidge fixed his arm. He yelled,

     "Lance please open the door! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, please come out so we can talk."

     But Lance didn't open the door. He grabbed his bottle of pills. He didn't care anymore, he wanted to escape to his perfect world with no worries. Twisting the bottle cap while pushing down, a stupid 'child proof' cap idea, he thought, he put about ten in his hand. Maybe more.

     Lance grabbed his glass of water from his nightstand, and took a huge swig, not swallowing. He raised his hand to his mouth and opened it. Dropping the pills in his mouth, he swallowed. It hurt his throat but he could already feel himself drifting off. He quickly wrote a small note while still conscious, leaving it on his nightstand while he went to his bed.

     He slowly let the darkness engulf him, but before he drifted off into his 'slumber', he heard his door slide open and the worried shouts of his teammates. Then he was gone. The team checked his pulse, but he didn't have one.

     They looked at Lance with fearful eyes before seeing the slightly crinkled note on the table. When they looked at the note, it read,

     Insomnia is horrible. Just took some pills to sleep better. See ya in the morning!

Love,
Lance McClain

Again, I'm sorry if it's bad and please give me some prompts and ideas. Love you guys! Bye!!!!!