Langst one shots

High school au? Kinda, im just runing out of titles

You could call Lance a popular kid. I mean he was in the most popular group at Voltron high. Only the group he was in wasn't mean. They helped kids he couldn't fight back against bullies or they felt sad. They would sit with anyone. But Lance couldn't help but feel worthless. He started to cut. No one noticed not even Keith. Heck not even Allura or Shiro and they were who the rest of the group considered to be their leaders. Lance wanted to help people, but by all means he didn't think he should get help. So he kept cutting and cutting. In his mind he needed to feel something. So he decided on pain. Eventually he started to starve himself. And again no one noticed. When his grades started to drop only his teachers but they thought they just got to the hard part of the year where people give up for a little bit. Lance used to be a straight student now its B's and D's. Lance was taking himself for granite. So he took a leap. A leap that he should not have taken. He broke up with Keith. So for a month or so they were the talk of the whole school. Keith got upset but eventually moved on. So Lance was single and feeling just "peachy keen." He broke up  with Keith so he could just hurry up and kill himself but that would happen soon. He wanted to do it after winter break. I time where it's nice and pretty and cold. It was his favorite month might as well do it then. Lance had his plan. Lance had all the stuff he needed. He cut off ties with people. He started to leave the popular spot light he gave up his first chair in band. He was all set now no one will miss him when he's gone. Lance wasn't thinking straight anymore he was tired, malnourished and lagging behind. It was almost the end of band practice and he passed out. He recovered quickly saying his knees got locked. No one had notice how his sleeve's weren't down all the way and you could see the cuts. He decided at that moment when he got home, he'd kill himself. Lance ran up stairs when he got home and he locked his bedroom door. It was no or never for him. He grabbed the razor. He paused, he grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote two words. 'I'm sorry' and that was it. He started to cut deep. He was just done. He felt as if no one cared about him to even notice how he didn't look the right color or how he didn't talk as much anymore or how he never ate or maybe just a couple of crackers, he just felt like a piece of garbage. He was born to be thrown out. He may not have known it would be by his own hands but it was. When his mom got home she couldn't find him anywhere. That's when she went to check his room to find it locked. Lance never locks his door. She froze. The realization hit her. She started to bang on the locked door fear in her heart. She eventually broke it open to find her sons lifeless body on the floor, in a small pool of blood around his arms. She cried and wept. She found the note read it and cried even more. Her ball of sunshine had been taken from her. He was the last child in the McClain household She had noticed the small signs she was going to confront him today. But she was just a day to late. If she had just told him before. But she was scared he was going to shut them out. Lance was dead and there was nothing that she could do. They had a small funeral. Lances friends came they never realised what he was going through. They didn't know. They didn't pay attention to how he wasn't himself anymore. It hurt them made them feel like really crappy friends. Everyone thought if they had only realised what was wrong sooner.