I was walking through a forest. The trees were dying yet stood tall and strong. They towered over me as if they were giants. It was night and there was mist so I could hardly see two feet in front of me. I could sense something in the back of my mind telling me to run. When I would ask what I was running from, the voices would go silent for a moment but would quickly resume their hushed pleads. All I could feel was a strong desire to get them to stop. So I decided to run. As I ran I could begin to see a dark red. The voices willed me faster and became louder. I just wanted it to stop. The faster I ran the more the world blurred past. I was running out of breath and I had to stop. I bent over and my head became fuzzy and I couldn't see. The voices stopped and I realized how quiet everything really was. I was kind of annoying. The way it mocked me. Did it mock me? How could it? It was silence. I was suddenly very sleepy. I could understand it I guess. The mental and physical tiredness was too much to handle. I just needed to sleep. I lay against the tree and just as I'm about to fall asleep, I wake up.
I'm in my room, my real room. It's dark out and everything hurts.
"Why?" I ask aloud, but there is no one to answer my question.
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Not perfect: A Voltron AU
FanfictionAU where Keith is actually depressed but everyone thinks he is just acting with the "jokes" he says. it's not until he starts going out late, coming home later, and sleeping, only to do that all over again. Important Warnings: Self harm-Anorexia-Sui...
