Blue flowers. (Klance)

Worthless

I'm back bitches! This is a very angsty chapter so I should include some warnings for some of y'all.
(Trigger warning, Cutting, homophobic slurs, abuse and death. If any of these trigger you in any way please turn away)
Play the song when directed if you please

Lance's POV
I walked in and was immediately greeted by the sickening smell of alcohol.
"Hola Papi." I quietly said as I walked past him, hoping I would get away before
It started.
I was too late.
"Where were you?" He snarled and grabbed the back of my shirt and threw me on the ground.
"Just out with some friends." I meekly replied.
"I told you to come back at eight! It's ten thirty!" He yelled making me flinch.
"I-I'm sorry it won't happen again sir." I stuttered, hoping he would let me off the hook if I played this right.
Wrong.
He grabbed my backpack and threw it across the room, making the bear fall out.
He stalked over and grabbed it.
"What the hell is this?! Did your boyfriend give it to you, faggot?" He sneered.
(Even though I'm the author I really want to punch him rn)
I sh00k my head no.
"No I won it at a game!" He smirked and threw it out the window.
He then pulled me by my hair and tossed me in my room.
"Stay in there, I don't want to see your gay face again, fag!" He yelled and slammed my door shut, making me and half the house shake.

I felt my shoulders shake and I started crying.
"Wh-what did I do to deserve this..." I sobbed.
Something definitely or he wouldn't do this
'Yeah....you're right..."
Finally!
'I should just die....'
Exactly!
'I'm worthless...'
I stood up and grabbed the bottle of whiskey near me.
"Here's to making the pain go away..." I said as I downed the whole bottle.
(Play song, if you will)
I went to my bathroom and grabbed my blade.
I made the first cut and was filled with euphoria.
I smiled and made another.
Then another. And another. And another.
Until my wrist was covered in red.
Red...I've always loved the color...
Red.
Red.
Red.
Red.
Until all I saw was black.

Keith's POV
Just another normal night. Go home, make a pot of mac'n'cheese, eat, sleep.
Until I was woken up by a sharp pain in my wrist.
I looked down and saw blue roses growing out of my wrist.
I cried out in pain and begged for it to stop.
Until...it did. But then, as if to replace the pain, my chest began to hurt.
It was if my lungs were being squeezed for air. I gasped and tried making my way to the kitchen to call someone.
On the way there I fell on some broken glass I had forgotten to clean up and I cut my arm on it.
And then...the pain stopped. It seemed to disappear.
The roses were still there. Yet it seemed my soulmate knew I was in pain and stopped.
I sat down and took a few deep breaths.
I grabbed a bandaid and fixed my knee.
Then, feeling exhausted, I collapsed on my bed, hoping the next day would be better.
'I'm so worthless...' was my last thought before falling asleep.

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Hope y'all liked it! Cya guys!

Scythe out~🖤