Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron.

Sometimes, you must leave to find yourself.

That is a fact that many people know.

Whether damaged or not, it's best for your health.

As people, we must learn and grow.

Therefore, we must go.

Do not hesitate,

Do not hold back.

You don't want to be late

In finding what you lack.

Always remember those who have your back.

Never forget them.

You may not be a gem,

Not yet at least.

Have faith.

If you tame your beast,

You will never become wraith.

Like highly compressed carbon molecules,

You will be crafted into a diamond.

You will break the rules.

You will climb, and,

Live.

For you can only find great meaning in life

Only after extreme strife.

I awoke with a start, my heart racing within my chest as I heard the sound of an explosion and screams of pain. Startled, I searched for the source of the sound, my eyes scanning everything, flitting by faster than hummingbirds. My mind was in hyper-mode and adrenaline was being forced through my body in fear-raising waves, until I found it.

Oh.

It's just the T.V.

And I'm an idiot for leaving it on all night long.

The electric bill is probably through the roof.

The T.V. mockingly continued to play Voltron, luring me in. I then backed it up to the episode I was on. It couldn't hurt to watch one more episode, right? I have watched all the episodes on Netflix at least five times. I know this show like the back of my hand. The last season is coming soon though. Gotta catch up when it comes out. After finishing my episode, I checked the time and got ready for university.

Making sure that I got the appropriate textbooks in my bag, I then decided I better get dressed quickly or I'd be late. First things first, I put on the ring my mother had given me; it's a good luck charm of sorts, it keeps me safe. I then pulled on a dark blue turtleneck sweater and a dark gray skirt, matching it with gray thigh high stockings and black shoes. Looking in the mirror, I took my clubmaster-inspired glasses off and folded them up neatly, placing them in my glasses case and haphazardly shoving them in my backpack. I then carefully put my contacts in before focusing on my hair. I recently had dyed it dark red to bring out the emerald in my hazel eyes, where my natural hair color is light honey brown. I took a spongy bun maker and pulled a section from directly middle behind my head into a bun, then braiding two small strands around my face to go back and wrap around said bun, still leaving room for my fringe. I then finished brushing out the rest of my just below shoulder length hair quickly before slapping on some makeup to make myself look presentable. I made certain to grab my phone and my solar charger before running out the door.

Making my way out of my dorms to my way to my biological sciences and bioengineering class, I made sure to plug in my headphones, blasting some upbeat music loudly in my ears to occupy my busy mind. Distracted, I soldiered on across the street.

Have I mentioned that I am an idiot?

Being completely inattentive, I walked across the usually not busy street behind my university. Unfortunately, for me, a student rushing to school just so happened to take the backroads today.

I think you can guess what happened from there.