Muted Treasure

Scared hearts.

Lance got home and immediately went upstairs to his bathroom in his room. He still felt pain in his arm from the tiny panic attack at school. He took his shirt off and looked at his arm. He saw dried blood and a cut, he mentally slapped himself because Lana saw his cuts.

Before he cleaned them up he decided to take a shower. Lance took off the rest of his clothes and hopped into the shower.  Water went down his body, washing the dried blood from his arm. He went to grab his shampoo and conditioner, then scrubbed that in and after a few minutes rinsed that out.

He grabbed the body wash, when it went down to his arm he winced and slowly washed his body. After he did that he rinsed it off and turned off the water. He dried himself off and went out to grab clothes and went back into the bathroom. He got dressed, but only to his boxers then he stopped. He got his med kit that he hid in the cabinets under the sink and cleaned the cuts.

He looked at the cuts and slowly began to get out the wrapping stuff. He looked at his thighs for a second. Filled and scatted with cuts, he felt tears fill his eyes and some of them escaped. Lance hated himself so much, he hated everything about him. He hated himself because he reminded himself what his parents looked like.

He hated that he looked like his mother, he hated that he had his mother's eyes. He hated that he had his mother's attitude, Lance looked up at the mirror. The bags under his eyes, his eyes turning dull, his tan skin filled with scars from himself.

He saw a light shine in the front of the corner of his bathroom. The shine was taunting him almost, he picked up object that he found in Justin's and Blake's bathroom long ago. His razor blade, he says he's uses it for shaving, but that's not just only only thing he does with it. He stared at the blade in his hand, next thing he knew blood was racing down his wrists, dripping on the sink.

Just one more cut.

Lance thought about everything, his parents, his anxiety, his nightmares, bullying, and everything he could think that was bad he cut.

Ugly
Fag
Disgrace
Fat
Orphan
Your parents were happy when they were dying because they got to get away from you!
Stupid
Worthless
Die!
Rot in hell!

Lance looked down, blood rushing down his arm, eleven cuts. He stared at his arm with the blood cover it, he went to clean it and cover it up, but there was a knock on his door.

"Lance?"

He started to panic a little bit, he turned on the water and put his arm under the sink water. The blood quickly ran down his arm and he winch of the amount of pressure being put to it. He wrapped it up and ran to find his green jacket on the bed. He looked under his sleeve and saw the wrap that was securing his arm was fine. He blew out a sigh of relief and opened the door, he saw Blake at his door and smiled.

"Hey." She said and smiled, Lance smiled back at his mother.

"I was calling you." Blake looked serious, he looked confused, but just shrugged it off.

"Oh sorry I couldn't hear you, I was in the shower." Lance said looking a little nervous, Blake looked at Lance and saw that his hair was still wet. She looked behind lance and saw his bathroom door open, Blake looked around trying to see, but saw a towel sitting on the sink.

"Well, okay. Then go lay down and please don't play your music loud, Justin is working." Blake explained, he nodded as Blake turned around and left him alone again. He took off his jacket and started to change into pajamas. He slipped on some night pants and a blue tang top. He slipped into the bed and brought the covers over his body. He wrapped his arms around his body, wincing as the fresh cuts were getting irritated by the contact. He slowly went to sleep thinking about tomorrow

'Will it get better?' Lance thought to himself.

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"Lance, time for school!"

Lance slowly opens his eyes and sits up, he looked at the clock as it said six in the morning. He went to get up, but his wrist was killing him. He lifted his left wrist and saw blood coming from the wrap. He ran to the bathroom and slowly undid the wrap, dried blood was surrounding the cuts. He wiped it up and clean everything up then throwing the wrap in the trash and wrapped his arm again, but made sure it was secure.

He grabbed a pair of blackish, blueish jeans and a white shirt. He then grabbed a black and white checkered flannel shirt putting it over the white shirt, then slipped on his black and white adidas. He grabbed his dark blue book bag and went downstairs to grab a apple, tried to go for the door when he felt a pair of eyes on the back of his head.

He turned around and saw Blake staring at him. He saw her in a red dress that was down to her knees. She had a little bit of makeup, but kept it natural.

"Why don't you sit down and eat." Blake said, crossing her arms over the red dress she was sporting.

"But I have to go, I'm meeting up with Lana." Lance lied, she hummed and rolled her eyes. She pointed to the kitchen chair and looked at him.

"That wasn't a request. Sit and eat." Blake looked at lance with a deadpan face. He slowly walked over to the table and sat down as he saw Justin's seat empty.

"Justin left early?" Lance asked while taking a bite from his apple, Blake sighed and nodded at Lance.

"Yeah, he leaves for work early, so he can come come early." Blake said, Lance sighed and continued to eat his breakfast.

"Why are you all dressed up?" Lance asked, his mom usually never dressed up on just regular days. Maybe for birthdays or anniversary's, but not just a regular Tuesday.

"Well today I'm going out to the hospital to look for a job. I could work with kids again and help them like I helped you with sign." She explained, Lance smiled at his mom and nodded. She always had compassion for kids, it was almost sad how she couldn't have any.

"Well good luck I guess." Lance said with a smile, he got up and went to walk out the door. Blake waving at Lance as she cleaned her plate.

"Have a good day!" Blake yelled as the door shut, he began walking to school, but today seemed like it was a faster walk than yesterday. He got to school and saw Lana and walked up to her. He waved and she waved back, they walked to their first class and it felt like things were gonna be slow.
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