Keith X Reader

Chapter 5

*Y/N POV*

I walked to what seemed like a Kitchen and saw people sitting there, at the table, laughing and eating. I watched them until I got bored and walked up to them.

"Hey, guys do you know where my room is?" I ask politely. "I just wanna head to bed because of all that has happened" I added. They nod their heads.

"We can tell you about ourselves tomorrow. Your room is the 8th door on the right in that hall" Some guy says as he points to a door. I nod. Out of no where I have the urge to cut. I don't know where it came from, but it's there. But I have to ask this question first.

"One more question, where am I at?" I ask politely.

"You are at a Altean castle, where Voltron lays" The same guy said. I started to shake. Voltron? 'Voltron kills people. Voltron is bad. Voltron is the cause of the rebellion'  A voice keeps telling me over and over again in my head. I shake my head and force a smile at them as I also stop shaking.

"Oh, and thanks for saving me and letting me stay here. I guess... I will see you guys later" I was still forcing myself to force a smile as I waved at them and they waved back as I walked through the door that leads to a hallway. I counted 8 doors on the right and finally come across a door. I open it and I walk in, looking at the room. It had another door to the left at the top left corner of the room, a bed in the top middle of the room, and this door seems to be on the right bottom. There was a dresser, for clothes obviously. I closed the door and walked across the room to the other door. I opened the door and it looked like a bathroom. This place is huge! Compared to my cell. 

"Now. Do they have something in here I can use?" I mumble to myself. I look around the room but can't find anything. I walk over to the door to the bathroom and open it. I continue looking in there as I open a drawer, I see a razor. It has a note that says 'Hey, thought that you might need a razor  -Keith' I pick up the note as I read it. "Thanks, buddy" I mumble quietly.

I throw the note away and pick up the razor, take of the glass thing that covers the blades, and press it to my wrist. I slowly cut deep cuts into my wrist. It feels so good to cut. It feels better then what I am feeling, it covers the empty feeling in my body. Pain sweeps through my body like a snake, only attacking one spot.

I stop cutting as I realized I cut my whole entire left arm. Gosh! I was too caught up in my thoughts I didn't realize I did this! I looked at the ground below my left arm and saw a small puddle of blood. I sigh, I need to clean this up.

"Dammit" I said quietly, barely above a whisper. I look around the room for something to clean this up with. I heard a knock at the door and my eyes widened.

"Don't come in!" I yelled but it was was too late. I quickly sat in front of the puddle and put my left arm behind my back and the shaver in my left hand. The person walked into the room and I noticed it was Keith. I smiled nervously. "What are you doing in here Keith?" I said in a not-suspicious tone. "What time is it? What is the others doing? Are you going to bed so-" I added but Keith cut me off.

"Woah there! Trying to change the subject of what's really happening here?" Keith said, walking closer to me, closing the door. I shake my head nervously. He is soon right in front of me and gently goes for my left hand that's, still behind my back but I put my body at an angle so it's farther back.

He sighs and goes for my arm but ends up falling on top of me and his hands end up above my shoulders. I start to blush at the position. His legs are between mine, I'm blushing mad crazy right now. My whole entire face is pink. I can feel his eyes on mine but I look away to try to hide my face from him. I notice that his face looks at the left arm and his eyes widen. I close my eyes tightly, wondering if he is gonna yell at me for cutting myself. I feel nothing so when I open my eyes, he's staring at my face, his expression seems a little bit more soft.

"I gave you the razor if you need to shave... Not to do...this..." He starts quietly. He sighs and stands up, bending down and picking me up in his arms, bridal style. I blush at the contact, my pink face from before coming back to the surface. He begins to carry me to the bathroom and grabs bandaids that I didn't even notice before and sits me on the toilet seat. He starts to clean my cuts, causing it to sting a little bit but not as much as the Galra. That makes me think... Is Voltron as bad as the Galra said they were?

For for the long wait. You guys know me as the slowest updater ever...

I hope you guys enjoyed. It's pretty short but it's better then not having a update....Right? Bye my Demons! (Your guys new nickname... If that's fine)

-Dying(not really), shadow3213