Lance POV
October 31st

Lance give up, you've fucked up so much. Its not even worth living anymore.

Guess who was laying in their bed again and practically choking them self out with a pillow, me! To be exact, once i got home from Keith's acouple of weeks ago, i haven't left my bed.

"Hey Lance," The door creaked. "Lance." Marco whispered. I murmured to reply. "Lance the kids are wondering where you went. They want you to take them trick a treating tonight." Marco said at the foot of my bed.
I feel so bad. Dont, they dont care. They are only using you. "Sorry, I cant." I mumbled.

"Can you stop being a flake and get up! The kids are truly upset about you." Marco shouted.

Fuck them. He's faking it.

He threw a pillow at me. "Lance get UP!" He shouted once more.

He doesn't care. Fuck him Lance. It would just be better if you just let your self go. yKnow maybe with a razor... or some pills.

"Im sorry." I cried. "Lance, please." Marco whispered. I took the pillow off my face, i sat up. Im only doing this cause I care about the kids.

"Lance,?" Marco's voice broke.

The fuck you doing?

I got up, i went to the living room. I still felt like shit, but Nadia and Silvio wanted me. "Uncle Lance!" They shouted and crowded me. "Hey guys, so sorry i left for so long." Fuck i sound out of it too.

I called keith, i want him to come with me and the kids. He arrived about 20 minutes later.

Why did your boyfriend have to come? He doesn't care about you! You're just his tissue, you keep rubbing your problems onto him!

It was dark out, i guess it was time to take them out. They were in their costumes, Silvio was a vampire, and Nadia was a cat.

This is so fucking hard, to keep this smile. Faking every ounce of joy coming from my body.

Keith and I were holding their hands and we were off. They wanted to stop at every house, every piece of candy counts for them. 

Finally, we reached home. So lets die now :).

We brought the kids in, i gave keith my seat in the dining room, where the rest of my family was. "Lance, can you get us a better knife, so we can cut the steak?" Luis asked. I nodded yes.

I walked to the kitchen and looked at the knife block, multiple knives. I went into the utensil drawer, more knives. I took a small knife out of the drawer.

I stood at the sink, I pressed the knife against my skin, I cut a long line on both wrists. "FUCKING SHIT!" I shouted. I fell onto the floor.

Veronica ran into the kitchen. "Someone call 911!" She shouted. Everyone started to run into the kitchen. Keith ran up to me, ripped his shirt into two, and wrapped it around my wrists. And then i passed out.