"Just go away we don't need you." Keith heard a voice. He knew exactly who it belonged to. His   foster father. "You worthless b---h!" another slap. Keith lost his hope. He wanted to make this stop. "Useless piece of s--t! Listen to me and go away!" Keith heard a glass bottle crack. He knew he needed to leave now. He ran upstairs to his room and locked the doors ignoring all of the banging on the door. He ran to the bathroom and looked at himself. Everything around him was dark as if he sat in a dark empty room. Keith took the razor blade. Slash. Keith cut himself. He didn't even care about anything anymore. He just wanted to die.
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"eith!-" "KEITH!" Keith woke up to Lance's voice calling his name. 'It was just a nightmare..'  Keith thought in his mind. "L-Lance?" Keith said. "You were crying in your sleep and you kept wincing." Lance said to him. "I-It was only a bad dream don't worry about me.." Keith said pulling his knees to his chest and cried. Lance didn't respond. Instead, he pulled Keith into a hug. "Just calm down, i'm here for you." Lance said in a soothing and quiet voice. Lance ran his fingers down Keith's hair as they drifted back to sleep. But before Keith fell back asleep he said something to Lance; "Thank you."