Lance's P.O.VI woke up to an annoying sound piercing in my ears. "Guess my free trial to death is over again," I say to myself. I wake up like I do every day, on the verge of tears for just waking up. Feeling like a worthless piece of shit, wishing I died in my sleep, and NOT wanting to start the day when all I would want is an end to everything.
I go into the kitchen where the whole team is, feeling like an add-on. No one notices I am in the kitchen, heck, no one really notices me at all anymore. Shiro and Keith are talking, Pidge and Hunk are talking, and Coran and Allura are talking. I'm just a seventh wheel. A good for nothing Cuban boy.
I quickly eat my food and go to my room to change into paladin armor. "I'm no paladin." I think to myself. "I would be better off dead than anything. I died once, and only Allura noticed. Maybe if I really died, no one would care." I lay on my bed.
"Paladins! There's an emergency near Planet Alaria. Hurry and get there quickly!" Allura yelled over the intercom. Even though I don't want to get up, I get up anyway. I mean, I should try and be useful for once.
Jogging out of my room, I go to Red. "About time you are out of your room," Pidge said. "You missed breakfast like you always do." Keith then says. The rest of the team nods their heads. "Yeah." Shiro also remarked. "You've been missing breakfast a lot Lance, have you been feeling well lately?"
"No." I think to myself. "I haven't been fine for a while now, not like anyone cares. I am a worthless piece of shit that doesn't help anyone. I am a selfish goofball that does nothing for the team. I am the seventh wheel, and no one notices me or hears me. I am a loveless boy that is someone's second choice. I'm a Cuban that always gets treated unfairly. I am depressed and suicidal and have told no one since no one cares. I cry myself to sleep every night, hoping for the best the next day. I am homesick and am trapped in the past. I'd be better off dead because I'm one paladin too many." "I'm fine, thanks for asking!" I really say while faking a smiling.

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You Are A Paladin
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