You Are A Paladin

I Want You To Be Alive

Lance's P.O.V

Slowly, I start dialing the number.

1-800-273-8255

All I hear then is the phone ring and a voice answer, "Suicide Hotline, how may I help you?"

"Hey, it's Lance again. I have called before, but I called a while ago. I decided to call the hotline because I was about to take the bottle of pills I have but remembered what you, or someone apart from the hotline, said last time. To always call back if there is any trouble. Lately, there has been a lot of trouble."

"What trouble have you been facing, Lance?"

"Well, I haven't been feeling apart of my team lately. My team doesn't even look twice at me, and they get mad at me for their faults. I've been stuck in the past, stuck as a rebound, not getting what I need. I haven't seen my Father in years, and... and-" Lance starts to choke on his own, " And he smashed his beer bottle across my face without giving a second thought.

"What was it that he hurt you for?"

"He hurt me because I was bisexual. Because I was being me." I cried out.

"Your father had no right to do that Lance. You are an unbelievably amazing human being, who has every right to be on this Earth. No matter your race, gender, sexuality, or interest. You are living, you are taking up space, and you have mass. You know why?"

"Because my Mom was laid from that bitch?"

"No Lance. It's because you matter."

"Thanks for the pun, and thank you. You helped a lot." I say lying. Yes, they did help, but it's not like I could get a hug from the person on the other end of the line. I wanted to hug, have a good night's sleep for once, be in someone's arms.

"I am glad. If you need anyone to talk to, I am always here for you. Always remember to stay true to yourself."

"Goodbye." I say as I hung up. I take a deep breath in, deep breath out, and walk out of my lion.