Kangst one-shots

Thoughts

Author's Note: none of this is edited and I'm still trying to improve my writing skills so worry if it sucks at the moment. when I finally decide to edit it, it should sound a whole lot better

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Dripping could barely be heard over hushed sobs. The dimmed lights glinted on the small silver blade as it was dragged across pale translucent skin, over and over again. Creating new crimson lines over old scabbed ones. The red liquid was splattered on the bathroom's ground, becoming a small puddle that slowly increased in size as the moments passed.

Worthless

Seethed a voice in his head that he had grown all too familiar with

Loner

The voice loved to remind him of how little he was worth, how everyone would eventually grow tired of him and leave, and in his eyes the voice was right. Everyone he let in, everyone he opened up to, left him

You're replaceable

The voice screamed, more tears running down his already puffy violet eyes. He swore to himself never again was he going to let someone so close.

What are you still doing here?

He didn't know. He was no longer needed, not to form voltron, he was never really needed by the blades. He didn't doubt that he'd be forgotten sooner or later. Just like everyon else, his team, the blades, the universe, would forget him. Keith the former red paladin would be nothing but a whisper tossed to the wind.

Your nothing.

He continued to sob quietly as crimson flowed from the marks on his wrists. He hates it, he hates feeling the way he does, he hates being what he is, he hates himself for existing. How Keith wished he wasn't alive, how he wished he hadn't been born.

Do everyone a favor and disappear.

It screeched. Maybe he should just end it all. Would that make the agony he felt go away? Would everyone truly be grateful if he did kill himself? Who was he kidding, they wouldn't care. He's not needed and most definitely not wanted. His 'team' doesn't even talk to him anymore. All he's done is train for the past two weeks, barely eating anything and no one seemed to notice, at least he thought. Everyone seemed to avoid him and maybe it was better that way, so now that he was finally going to put an end to his pain, no one would truly care if they even cared to begin with.

Do it.

It whispered over and over again, saying it like a chant. Keith got up from where he was sitting and turned on the bath. He walked over to where he left his dagger lying on the ground and picked it up heading back towards the bath

No one will care.

Once the bath was filled he turned it off and got in, soaking his clothing in the process. He then proceeded to lift his dagger and stare at, thinking. This is it, my ticket out of this miserable life.

Keith took his dagger and brought it to his left wrist, pressing it firmly against his skin before swiftly sliding it across his marked skin, blood immediately started pouring out. He moved to his right wrist and doing the same. His breath was getting ragged, as he began to feel light headed. Tears no longer flowing as his vision blurred and darkened at the edges. Keith felt numb as he succumbed to the darkness that quickly enveloped him.

"G-Goodbye" he managed to choke out before completely blacking out, even though there was no one around to hear it.

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Everyone noticed how the Korean male didn't appear at breakfast but brushed it off thinking he was just sleeping in or simply didn't feel like leaving his room, but as the day went on, they grew concerned as he didn't show his face at lunch nor at dinner. Shiro, was on his way to check up on the boy he had grown close to over the years when he saw a horrified Lance exit Keith's room, tears gushing down his cheeks

"Sh-Shiro! Oh my god! Shiro! K-Keith, he-" Lance didn't even manage to get have way through his sentence before falling to the ground gripping his chest as if he were in agony. Shiro didn't say anything, but the Cuban boy's actions made him panic.

He dashed into the room but didn't spot the male. He noticed the bathroom door jarred open through his peripheral vision. h
He took cautious steps as he neared the door and when he finally managed to gather the courage to look inside, his blood felt like ice in his veins, his breath hitched as his vision blurred with tears from the sight before him. The person he had grown to call family laid in a tub, it's water tainted a deep crimson, the boy's wrists had large gashes on them.

Shiro raced over to him and pulled him out of the ice cold water. Keith, please no. please, don't leave me... begged Shiro in his mind, though he knew it was too late to save the younger male.

-Bonus-

Time Skip

The whole Voltron team had been notified of Keith's death, though everyone was affected, the worst affected were Shiro and Lance. Shiro was blaming himself for his death and asking through broken sobs why Keith didn't confide in him.

Lance had locked himself in his room, crying his heart out over the loss of his fellow paladin, friend, and lover.

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this totally sucked, didn't it? 🤣😂

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