TW: self harm
-dream-
Keith looked down at his wrists... at what he'd done. The tattered names were impossible to see under all that blood. It had been years, hadn't it? Since he last did this?
Since he felt like this...
His head felt like it was full of clouds. He dropped the razor on the floor and it spattered off blood as it hit the tiles. That's when he began to pay attention to where he was. It wasn't a room he had been in before. In fact, he'd never even seen anything similar to this.
No doors, no windows. The walls, floor and ceiling were completely tiled in blue and purple tiles. The only anomaly was the tiles below him painted in red.
He was sitting propped up against a wall, but he now stood, his head spinning for a few seconds while he steadied himself. He looked at the wall he was leaning against and noticed a faint glow coming from one of the tiles that his hand was touching. It was pink... faint but noticeably pink.
That didn't make sense, how was the glow pink when the tile was blue? Those are two completely different colours.
He moved his hand onto a purple tile. The glow that came from it was... black. Well, that made more sense than pink but why? Why these colours, what did they mean?
He pondered it over but couldn't figure out the significance of any of the colours.
At this point his head felt heavy and he just needed to leave. As soon at he thought this, two doors appeared on the wall opposite him, about a metre apart. That wall was now red. One of the does was purple and one was blue.
Did they both lead outside, or was there a significance to which door he chose? Again, he had no idea. He was becoming more and more irritated every second that passed.
He closed his eyes, which were getting heavy, and tried to focus...
He felt drawn to blue, just by instinct. He walked slowly, doubtfully towards it. His instincts were always right but this felt strange. He opened the door...
And he woke up, heart racing for some strange reason. It was the middle of the night, from what he could tell, but he could hear small sobs coming from the bathroom, which was next to his room. He waited for whoever it was to stop, but they didnt.
He slumped out of bed, prepared to be as nice as possible while telling this person to shut up.
He opened the door and saw the last person he expected...
Lance?
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Wrists (Klance Soulmate AU)
Fanfiction"Somewhere in this world two people have my name written on their wrist. That's because I'm someone's worst enemy and someone's soulmate... My enemy and my soulmate are the same person." Warning: Swearing, Sex references (Warnings to be extended as...
