klance: don't kill yourself. [HIATUS]

school.

January 30

when I started to live with my aunt, I started to hurt myself. my aunt had many razors or those sharp things. once, when she was in her work, I took one and I asked: how does it feel? how does cut yourself feel? is it like a way for take out of the stress? maybe, idk.
then, I was so tired, so stressed out... so... jaded of being alive just feeling emotional pain that I decided to cut myself for first time, I was 11.

my aunt never realized about it, I was always using jackets, if those were in my arms, sometimes I made them in different parts of my legs, anyway, I used all the time pants or jeans then, everything was good.

how the wound was bleeding, the way the blood was scurrying in my arms... the scars, the drops falling, as red tears from places that weren't the eyes, as pain that you could keep hided for don't get any questions about yourself and your mood. it hurt, but that helped me a lot.

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February 4th, 7:45 am.

fuck, first day of school... time to socialize with people and "make" those guys who call themselves as "your friends" when they just are bullshit.

8:00 am

"I wish you the best first day of school honey. I'm coming for you after sports class, I mean 3:15" said aunt.
"okay." sports class? like... soccer or something? oh fuck, this is really a prison.

everyone was with their own friends, but at the same time, everyone was looking at me, like if I was a doggie or something. many of them also whisper things like: "oh look at the new boy, he's an emo" ugh, fuck them all and their minds full of stereotypes.

I entered to the classroom, everyone was laughing and talking as if each one of them had the best life ever, that's unfair, my dad dead and I'm alone hurting myself, I'm not happy... I sat in the most remote place in the classroom and I kept locked in my own thoughts until a serious voice started to talk, it was the director tho.
"y'all, we have a new student" he said oh no... please no.
"Keith kogane?" he asked. I didn't answer... then I just raised my hand.
"welcome to institute Galaxy Garrison" he told me. f
damn it, everyone was looking at me again, with their eyes, but... none eyes was shining more than a couple that I saw on someone... a boy.
"thanks." I said and then I sat again and the class started.

2:50 pm

coup, coup, punch, kick, punch, kick, kick, coup. fuck, I hate sports, specially with that boy... James Griffin, motherfucker huh?
"Keith, for the next class, you have to pay more attention to the games, if you don't you will get more hurt than now. and also, you can't use your jacket, just t-shirt and sports clothes, okay?" HOW CAN I PAY ATTENTION WHEN MY DAD DIED LESS THAN A MONTH AGO BITCH? and yea, now everyone will see my scars... I don't give a fuck.
"AHEm, okay?" she repeated.
"okay." I said.

3:15 pm.

everyone was already going to their houses, unless me. I thought I was alone so I started to cry a little... until... "hey, having a bad first day?" those shiny eyes again...

"heh... normal thing for everyone. I'm Lance, lance McClain, and you are Keith, right?"

lance...huh?... he was...

...like an angel.

[oh fuck, I have school tomorrow and it's almost 12 am HAA, well, hope y'all enjoy it ewe, and sorry for the bad writing I'm really bad at this... anyway, goodnight people. I love Keith, he is my sunshine and my reason to live.]