No powers in this world just a modern au.

TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide Attempt

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It had been a year since his mother died, but for Adrien, it felt like a lifetime.

Adrien loved his mother more than anything in the whole world. She always made him happy in his homebound life.

So when she died, a part of him died too. The best part of him.

His father, Gabriel Agreste, dealt with his grief in his own secluded way that worked for him.

Gabriel threw himself into his fashion work to keep his mind off of his sadness or the absence of happiness that was taken away with his wife.

While he was busy hiding away in his office, Gabriel missed all the signs that showed his sons suffering.

Adrien ate less and less until he barely ate at all, his skin had become paler and more sickly. Gabriel also didn't notice when his son began to wear long sleeve shirts or sweaters indoors to hide all the self-inflicted scars on his forearm.

Eventually, Gabriel did find out what was happening. But he found almost a second too late.

Adrien twisted the knobs to the large shower in his bathroom, water immediately poured out of the pipe and flooded onto the floor before rushing down the drains.

As the cold water rained onto the ground, Adrien stepped away towards the sink.

The boy leaned his hands against the large sink as he looked deeply into his reflection. The pink and white scars on his arms stood out on his skin as Adrien nodded to his reflection.

As if he had made up his mind to a hard decision.

With a steady hand, Adrien open a small drawer and pulled out a small bottle of pills.

The boy had been taking them to sleep at night when he found himself staring at the roof for hours but now, they were going to help him get rid of his pain.

Forever.

Placing the small bottle on the counter, Adrien grabbed a small black cup and filled it up with the water from the sink.

As Adrien began to pry the bottle cap off, his hands began trembling, causing the pills to slightly rattle inside.

Once the cap was off, he poured a small handful of the pills into the palm of his open hand. After looking over the pills for a second, Adrien shoved them all into his mouth and gulped down the water until he swallowed them all.

After refilling his cup, Adrien swallowed down another handful of pills and gulped down water.

He repeated this process over and over, gulping down more water and pills.

The bottle was now nearly empty, only seven pills remained.

Adrien's hands shook as he slammed the cup down onto the counter.

The boy's skin was paler than before and his eyes were drooping, just seconds from closing forever.

Adrien tried to pour the remaining pills into his hand but the pills fell from his limp hand and crashed onto the ground. A few seconds later, the empty bottle followed.

Adrien's breathing became shallower as his knees buckled and he fell to onto his .

A dark fog clouded the boys mind, darkness suddenly cloaked his sight and he collapsed. The ground was cold against his back, even through his shirt.

Waves like an ocean rolled in the boy's stomach, trying to reject the overdose forced inside but the boy ignored it and tried to fade peacefully away.

From the fog that filled his mind, Adrien could make out the sound of his father's voice from behind the door.

Adrien tried to ignore the voice, figuring his father would leave him alone like always but the sound of the door opening came from above him.

Damn! He forgot to lock the door.

Someone screamed but they sounded muffled and far away.

Strong hands moved Adrien onto his side, the waves in his stomach roared, threatening to push out of his throat.

No! No! No! This wasn't supposed to happen! JUST LET ME DIE!

Finally, Adrien leaned over and threw up on the ground. From his blurry vision, he could make out the vomit that spilt out of his mouth, just feets away from his father's lap.

Voices overlapped like a choir symphony and colors clashed together like an artwork.

Adrien's head pounded making his feel more nauseous.

The last thing he heard before blacking out was the worried sound of his father's voice saying:

"Hold on, son. Please,"