Home... (Book 2)

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⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING⚠️⚠️⚠️

SELF HARM

If you have hurt yourself, don't be afraid to talk about it, you're worth every breath you're given and more. If someone is making you feel otherwise please tell someone. No one has that right.

~Rune♡♡♡

You are loved.

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Keith was done, he was done with it all. The torture, the pain, the test. He wish he could just get away from it all.

The only thing keeping him from trying to escape was Lance...

Everytime he did something remotely wrong, started edging towards disobedience, Haggar would threaten Lance. Though Keith had yet to see his mate, the one time he'd been forced to listen to his screaming was enough for him not to dare question his captors.

Keith looked down at his hand which was covered in soft purple fur, the tips of his fingers armed with sharp claws they never bothered to trim. Why would they, they had his mate. He wouldn't raise a finger against them knowing the punishment would be given to the one he loved most.

The raven's eyes traveled down from his hand to his wrist. Long scared claw marks littered his skin. Some places so scared the purple fur couldn't even grow.

Keith set his claws on his wrist, eyes void of any emotion, and pushed in. He didn't wince when the blood strated pooling around his claws. So he dug them across his arm. A low growl pulled itself from his throat. He bit his bottom lip fighting down the growl. After reaching the edge of his arm he went back to the other side and repeated the process under the first claw marks. Keith kept clawing his arm until his whole arm was covered in red.

Red.

The color of rage, anger, hate, determination, instinct, blood, fire, and love.

The color fit him perfectly.

He despised it.

The half Galra glared down at his arm, where his blood mixed with his fur.

There was one color he hated more than red.

Purple.

It was there everytime something horrible happened to him.

It was in his eyes that his father had said were so much like the mother he'd never known. It was in his mother's blade when his father died. In the nurse's shirt who checked on him afterwards. It was on the walls of the worst foster home he'd been in. It was a teacher's, who hated him with an everlasting fire, favorite color to ware. He'd never gotten in more trouble at a school.

Worst of all it was in the Galra ships. It was there everytime they took Lance from him the last time they were captured. It was in the labs where they slowly started turning him Galra. It was on the walls kept him from Lance now.

And now it was a part of him.

The ship shook violently, throwing Kieth against his cell wall on his injured arm. The Paladin groaned, standing up glaring at the cell's walls.

There was shouting outside of his cell. He heard other cell doors opening and distant explosions. Three gaurds came and grabbed Keith, chaining his hands together and dragging him down the hall, it the opposite direction of the other prisoners.