Why Me?

The Support Group

~Lance's point of View~

Once I awoke again, I walked out of my room, I saw a note on the floor in front of me.

'Dear Lance,
    Once you wake up, can you please come to the lounge? It's very important. Thank you, I hope you feel better.
      -Allura.'

I groaned with frustration. "It's not like I have anything better to do." I mumbled.
As I walked the halls of the castle on my way to the lounge, I realized how much I hated light, especially here where there's too much light. I kept my eyes on the ground so I wasn't blinded with light. I walked into the Lounge to see everyone, even Allura and Coran, sitting in a circle.
"Hey Lance! Come sit down!" Shiro invited me.
"I don't do 'people things'" I mumbled as I sat down.
"Well, this might help with that~!" Allura said happily. "Welcome to the Support group!" She cheered. I growled and stood up violently.
"No. I'm leaving. This is so stupid-" I got cut off before I could make another smart comeback.
"Lance, this is to help you, okay? Just sit down." Shiro said in his leader voice.
"No, Shiro. I've told you time and time again; you can't just try to fix me." I tried to walk out before I got shoved into a chair, my hands had handcuffs around them, and I was stuck.
"Oh Quiznak." I grumbled.
"So, as I was saying. Welcome to the Support group." Allura said sweetly.
"We're gonna help you get rid of your depression!" Hunk smiled softly.
"Fine. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can leave this stupid thing." I mumbled.
"Okay! Let's do this!" Coran said. This wasn't going to end well.

"What do you mean you're suicidal?!" Keith yelled.
"I mean I want to kill myself! Is that too much for you to handle?!" I yelled back, struggling against the handcuffs that choked my wrists.
"You shouldn't want to die, Lance." Hunk said sadly.
"Well I want to! Just let me go!" I thrusted around.
"Fine. Allura, Let him go." Shiro said in defeat.
"But Shiro-" she started.
"Let him. Go." He said again.
The handcuffs came off and I rushed out, crying silently. I locked myself in my room.

     It's funny how your mood can change just so suddenly. Like, you'll be completely happy, then something will happen and you're depressed again. That's my life every day. I hate it. I hate everything.

   Then, something changed. Someone knocked on the door.
"Go away!" I yelled
"Lance...Open up..." Keith said quietly.
Oh...It was Keith. He's okay. He's allowed to come in.
"Okay.." I unlocked the door and kept slowly walked in, Wrapping me in a hug. I started sobbing into Keith's chest as he held me close and against his chest.
"Shh, shh, it's okay.." he whispered over and over.
"I-I'm sorry, Keith!" I cried out. He held me closer.
"Hey, its gonna be okay...I'll always be here for you. You wanna just sit down on your bed and cuddle? The ground isn't that comfortable.." he joked softly. I snickered and nodded.
Keith pulled me up and onto the bed, sitting me down next to him. He wrapped the blanket around our shoulders. I've never really realized how much I loved Keith, or how much I loved to cuddle.
Because it's a lot.
A lot, a lot.

      We sat there for the next few hours, then Keith fell asleep. He looked so peacefully, like a normal person. I was pleasantly surprised that he didn't snore. Thank you, snore gods. My eyelids eventually closed and I fell asleep as well, holding Keith gently.

   Dreams are great, they make you feel good when you wake up, and you're just always happy! Dreams always help anyone get through  the day. You probably think I'm about to describe my Dream, but that's not how this goes.
This is about my nightmare.

        I was in a dark place, I couldn't see anything. I tried to walk towards a small orb I saw that was glowing. As I walked, The orb just got farther and farther away. I started running, it was a never ending cycle. Then, it happened:
I fell.
I fell into the darkness and just kept falling and falling, as if the ground wasn't there. I screamed and screamed, but nothing happened. It seemed like torture.

    I awoke with a jolt of fear, I detached myself from Keith, not even bothered by the thought of Keith being in my room alone, and started walking around. My silent tears were the only noise, I just felt so stupid, everything I've ever done was just a mistake. Gosh, who even cares about me anymore? Sure, I have Keith, but that's it. That stupid "Support Group" did absolutely nothing. So, what was the point of it? I'm never going to let them do that to me ever again.

I was just so sick of everything and everyone.