My hands tremble slightly as I grab the blade from our bakery's kitchen, the knife being no bigger than my hand lengthwise. Life for me has been a spiral downward. It started with my grades slipping from being tardy so often, I couldn't tell my parents or teacher that being one of Paris' heroes is a full time job. Being late and missing lessons, I got yelled at often. I hated getting in fights with Mamam and Papa... I wt up to my room where Tikki was sleeping peacefully, with the thoughts of blood and pain swirling in my mind, as well as the piling responsibilities of Ladybug stacking up. I found a release in mutilating my wrists. With eighteen marks already on my right arm I added 2 more, making twenty red, dotted lines on my pale skin. I felt ashamed of myself at that moment. I'm supposed to be a strong, selfless heroine, instead I'm weak, little Marinette. I rinsed off my knife, hiding it in my diary box for safe keeping for now. I wiped my arm off with a wet wash cloth and slipped into a tank top and sweatpants.

Tap, Tap, Tap

The noise came from my trapdoor, so I grabbed the knife not sure of what the hell is out there. I slowly open the trapdoor to see the one and only Chat Noir standing out there with his signature cocky grin. I put the knife down in relief, tossing it on my desk.

"May this Black Cat enter? I saw you still had your lights on, wanted to see my favorite civilian hero again." He looked so enthusiastic, I attempted to match his smile.

"As long as your quiet I guess." I replied, my voice cracking slightly. I moved out of the way and sat on my bed, he slipped in and joined me. I attempted to hide my wrist, leaning it against my thigh.

"How are you princess? You've seemed a bit down lately." I could barely handle his innocent look, but if I could trust anyone it was him.

"Not that great, horrible honestly. My grades are slipping, the love of my life doesn't know I exists, I'm fighting with my parents constantly, and I feel my life slipping through my fingers." I choked back a sob and slowly looked up till I met his eyes, he looked heart broken. "I made a mistake Chat."

"What is that mistake." His voice wavered, unsure. I turned up my arm for him to see and I watched anger, sadness, and confusion cross over him at once. "Why?" He asked me.

"So many mistakes, I want to die. I really really do Chat." I felt tears rush to my eyes, I couldn't hold them back.

"No, no, no, no. It's okay Princess, I'm here now. I'll always be here." He held me on his lap rocking back and forth, I felt horrible for dragging him in this bit I can trust nobody else. Alya would force me to go to therapy. My parents would send me to a nut house, and Adrien would run far away from me.

"He'll never love me back." I stated out loud, not expecting a reply.

"Who Mari?" Chat asked out of curiosity.

"Adrien Agreste. I've been pining after him for months now and he doesn't know I exist." I sighed in frustration.

Adrien/Chat

I didn't know how to respond to the broken girl in front of me. I counted the cuts on her wrist while I held her, twenty. I wanted to kiss her and tell her that I love her and make her better. I don't know how nobody noticed she was dying on the inside. My Princess...

Sorry it's so short, but here's my first story on this acc. Tell me if I should continue this sad story or just delete it. R&R! -Mack