AN PLEASE READ: Hi y'all this is my second story I just wanted

to put out a warning if you have depression or are prone to

anxiety attacks read with caution. I myself suffer from anxiety

and depression so I kind of wrote my experience into the character

I know personally reading things like this can trigger my own

Anxiety Alarms. If you suffer anxiety, depression or something in

That wheelhouse please comment I'd love to hear from you and

If this was difficult at all to read. Let me know what you think!

Chapter One

Marinette sat at her desk twirling her pencil between her fingers day dreaming about the beautiful blonde in front of her.

"What do you think Marinette?" Marinette didn't seem to comprehend that Mademoiselle Bustier was talking to her. "Marinette?" When no response came again Alya gave the lost girl a soft nudge with her elbow

"What!" She yelled nearly falling out of her chair in a panic.

"I'd appreciate it, if you kept your mind on the French revolution Ms. Dupain Cheng" Mrs. Bustier shook her head turning back to the board at the front of the classroom.

"Marinette can't afford to pay attention, the only way she'll ever get what she wants is in her dreams" Chloe announced laughing, Marinette's classmates tried to be polite but a few giggles and snickers were heard around the room.

"Dreaming is a privilege Chloe, it's something you'll never understand" Marinette quipped back keeping her attention at the front of the room.

Chloe's comment sunk into her heart though. Between her responsibilities as Ladybug, school and making some attempt to have a social life her dream of becoming a fashion designer had been put on the back burner. She was doing her best but her grades were the lowest they've ever been and she was struggling to keep her head above water.

Mrs. Bustier returned to the lesson but exhaustion haunted Marinette and her focus was gone again. The worst part was she wasn't able to focus on anything she felt so out of body. It was like watching everything that was happening around her and she saw herself in the mix but just couldn't get a grasp on reality enough to respond to what was going on. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her, she just kept blaming the Akuma's and late nights trying to get her homework finished.

She wondered is Chat Noir was having a hard time juggling this life too?

"Marinette, girl what's up? You've been so out of it lately!" Alya asked as they were given free time to finish their assignments.

"I've just been so tired lately, I just need a good weekend at home in my pajamas!" Marinette declared smiling absently at her friend.

"I feel you girl, this year has been brutal! These Akuma's keep coming out of no where and there has been more and more! I'm starting to fall behind on the Ladyblog" Alya confessed. Marinette tried to listen to her friends frustrations and she really did care but her mind just was off somewhere else again. She was stuck in the haze again and it was beginning to suffocate her.

Marinette put her hand to her chest, her breathing became labored suddenly. She felt like the chatter of the room was getting louder and closer, she felt the need to run. She had to get out.

"Mari, are you okay?" Alya put her hand on Marientte's shoulder but she jerked away struggling to take a deep breath trying to calm herself down.

"I'm sorry Alya I just need to get out, I need some fresh air." Marinette didn't say another word she shoved her notebook and textbook in her bag and bolted out of the class room.

Hot, too hot. Marinette felt like her heart was going to burst, it was beating to fast and she was too hot she needed to get out in the fresh air and cool off, but she didn't know where to go.

She decided to lean against a tree in the schools courtyard. She pressed her back into the tree so hard she was sure she'd have bruises but the pressure helped her feel grounded and in control, that little bit of pain brought her back down to reality a little.

Meanwhile…

"Oh this is a new feeling" Hawkmoth approached his butterflies capturing one in his hand. "So much fear and pain, I can make that go away. I can make it all go away" With that he turned the pure butterfly dark and sent it off.

The butterfly approached Marinnete but Tikki saw it coming.

"Marinette an Akuma!" But Marinette just couldn't pull herself from her thoughts enough to react.

The butterfly landed on Marinette's purse and absorbed into. Marinette felt a sharp pain run through her body, it was like her nerves had been given a shock then a little white butterfly fluttered out of Marinette's chest and that was the end of it.

Marinette saw the butterfly floating away, but she felt sick. She thought she had been exhausted before, but now as he tried to stand up she made it half a step before collapsing on the ground,

"Tikki…" She moaned to her kwami before fading off to her subconscious.

"Nooroo!" Hawkmoth screamed. "How did that child purify my akuma? She did nothing! How is that possible?" Hawkmoths fury caused the butterflies to flutter in a panic swarming the aviary.

Nooroo looked at his master but he didn't want to answer. The truth was that it meant one of two things, that child held the Miraculous of Creation or she had fed the Akuma a piece of her soul. Nooroo had only ever seen it happen 4 times in his centuries of existence and either way it worked he knew the girl was now a target.

"Master she could have given up the piece of herself the Akuma was trying to attach too." Nooroo explained. "When you send the Akuma's they're attached to a specific emotion and a moment or memory usually. It's extremely rare that someone is able to just separate pieces of themselves but it does happen."

"So you're telling me that akuma stole her fear and just took it away" it had taken Hawkmoth some time to understand how the miraculous worked, and he was still learning but this was beyond anything he'd imagined possible.

"It's very dangerous, my butterflies when used for good harness those memories and make them brighter and easier to remember while bestowing a gift, using them as you do they are absorbing that fear and it pulls a piece of her soul away." Nooroo didn't like explaining this to his master, but he hoped there would be some piece of compassion in him that would understand how dangerous this fire was he was playing in.

"So we have a piece of her soul now? And what happens if I take more?" Hawkmoth liked the direction this was heading.

"Without a whole soul it's easier to take control of someone as they are. You don't need to akumatize an object you can akumatize the body. It's like creating a"

"A Solider" hawkmoth cut nooroo off. He rubbed his hands together and made note to keep and eye on this girl. He was sure he had seen her before a friend of Adriens perhaps. If he wanted those miraculous, he was going to have to play the game.