So, this is sorta based of a song. I'm going to list it in the Key Points so you can just read that... yeah.

SORRY ABOUT THE SUPER DUPER LONG WAIT!

Key Points:

This is based off the song My R and I'm listening to the one sang by Rachie.

I mean, it takes a long time to actually get to the jumping part. So, very loosely based on the song.

Marienette is kind of isolated from the other students.

The demigod cousins are probably all dead in this... whoops...

Lots of dark stuff (I think?).

Marinette is in an abusive situation. Again. Oh no. Least it isn't as bad as the last one...?

Lukanette (maybe. Heavily hinted. But not outright stated, so up for interpretation?).

Luka is the same age, making him and Juleka twins.

Miraculous does exist but Marinette is not Ladybug.

The superheroes are Chat Noir and Ladybug.

Luka is Ladybug (Because... reasons).

Ladybug is now called Spots. Just because Luka is terrible at coming up with names.

Key Points end here.

So I was watching some good ol' Sanders Sides. And I may have left a reference in this chapter...

I also watched a little of some Detroit: Become Human, so one of the scenes is used in this.

TRIGGER WARNING! Involves suicide-y stuff! Don't read this chapter if you think it's going to make you uncomfortable. Like, id rather you just click the back button than get negatives emotions! Unless it's crying, since that's sorta my job... not that im doing a good job at it though.

Has anyone cried? I don't think anyone has...

STORY TIME!

Marinette rested her head against the wall pressed up behind her back, trying not to be seen. She was very confused as to why her cousin Nico didn't arrive yet. Her parents were in the other room, keeping their voices down and Marinette had to listen closely to catch the next few words.

"...Jumped off a bridge..."

"...Dead..."

"...Good riddance..."

"...Daphne!..."

Marinette startled when she heard her dad scold her mom. It started happening a lot more and she didn't understand.

She knew her mom and dad were going through a rough patch. Ms. Hanna, her teacher, said that it was natural for some parents to do that.

Marinette knew it had something to do with her. It always did. Maybe it was because of the grades in her report card. Her messy room. The papers on the table that had big words that Marinette didn't understand?

The seven year old tried to listen in some more, but no words were coming from the door. Just muffled screaming. And yelling. And if Marinette strained her ears a lot, she could make out the sound of something breaking.

Muffled. It was a very funny word. Marinette learned just last week, in fact. To be dampened, or muted. Marinette felt that way sometimes. Her parents didn't listen to her. And when they did, they took her too seriously, no room for family jokes or playful jabs.

Marinette let out a sigh through her nose when the sounds quieted. She had only only few moments of silence, which she took advantage of by going upstairs to her bedroom.

She thought that maybe if Nico was here, her parents would stop fighting, at least for a bit.

But he's not coming. And Marinette thinks, as she lays in bed, he's not coming back for ever. Just like her cousin, Luke.

She turned over to her side as the yelling started again, getting louder and louder.

She really felt muffled at that moment.

Braids

The paper in her hands seemed to mock her. She really didn't want to acknowledge it. Or read it. If anything, she wanted it to never exist.

It's proof that she was stupid. The big black block letter glared at her and she could feel her anxiety skyrocketing. A C+.

A barely, barely passing grade.

On a stupid little language arts test.

Great.

Her stupid slight dyslexia thing stepped in on a fourth grade spelling test. Her nine year old mind could not handle the stress right now. Not with her parent fighting. Not now.

She knew what her parents will do. Blame each other. But now she knows that it's not natural for parents to do that. Kylie had perfectly normal parents, who never argue. She brags that they take her shopping every week and each time they get ice cream.

Its so stupid.

Marinette was so stupid.

She took a deep breath and opened the door to her house, trying not to alert her parents. She stepped inside and got to the stairs.

"What's that in your hand, Marinette?"

Too late.

Her mom ripped the paper from her hands.

Talk

She got this from your side!

She must've gotten your stupidity then.

Don't you even try it! You made my daughter a freak, just like her delinquent cousins. If you keep this up, she kill herself just like them.

Don't. Ever. Speak. Like. That. Again.

What, the truth? She might as well, saves us the trouble.

She's my daughter too! If you even suggest something like that to her, you will be kicked out of the house.

You'd honestly choose her over me?!

This is not up for discussion.

Pastries

"Mari, honey, why don't you go to the bakery and get some pastries? Here's some money. Spend time at the park okay? You haven't been out in a long time and its great outside." Marinette watched her dad give her money from his wallet, gently pushing her out the door.

She has been out. A lot, actually. They just never noticed. Marinette knew that her dad meant well. He's just stressed. All because of the C+ last week.

All because of her.

But its okay, 'cause Mr Tom and Ms Sabine were really nice, even though her mom never liked them. Marinette is starting to think her mom never liked anyone.

The walk there was quiet. No one bothered her and despite her fears, it didn't start to rain. She passed the park and paused at the families. The laughter of children hit her ears and her fists clenched.

Why couldn't she be like that?

'Cause your parents fight, her mind answered. Because you get low grades. Because everyone thinks you're going to kill yourself like your cousins. Because you. Don't. Deserve. It.

It was the truth, she numbly thought as she continued walking. Her posture was now slouched as though all the fight in her left.

But it was the truth.

And the truth always hurt, doesn't it?

The bakery was tall and Marinette could smell the fresh bread and dough from outside. Walking up to the counter, she tapped her fingers as she waited.

Sabine noticed her, "Hello Marinette! What may I get you today?"

Marinette took out the money from her pocket. "One croissant and a water bottle please."

Sabine took the money and put it in the register, turning to pick a crossaint and place it in a small paper bag. Putting it in front of Marinette, she swooped down to grab a bottled water, adding it next to the pastry.

Tom walked near them and smiled at Marinette. "Uh, Marinette? Would you mind running a delivery, we'll pay you, of course. It's just that the bakery is running low and though it may not seem like it now, lots of people are coming in."

Marinette startled. Then she thought it over. Toma nd Sabine were very behind orders from the looks behind the counter and it was nice to do good things every once in a while...

"Sure, Mr Tom."

Tom and Sabine beamed and thanked her. Marinette smiled back and the large male left to get the delivery.

Marinette went over to the side as Sabine talked to the next customer, fidgeting with her fingers. It was another thing she discovered after her parents had tested her for dyslexia. The doctor also said that she had ADHD, which judging by her mother's screams, also gotten it from her dad's side.

When Tom came back with a box, he explained that when she got back he'll pay her. "And the address is right near the river."

Marinette thanked him and took the box, stepping outside to the pavement.

Blue

It took longer than expected to get there. Not as long go the pastries to cool, thank God, but long enough. When Marinette got there, she stopped in shock when she caught sight of it.

Near the river her foot.

There was a boat. On the river. With numbers on the side, showing a little roughed up address.

Marinette wanted to sail it.

She shook her head to clear it as she continued on, walking hesitantly across the board that connected the boat to the land. When she got on the deck, the first thing she noticed was a stage. Well, a stage in progress to be exact. It looked half built and there were supplies lying all around it.

Clearing her throat, Marinette spoke, "Hello? I got the pastries you ordered."

A boy walked up from beneath deck, his hair sticking to his face in sweat. Approaching her, a smile overtook his face.

"Hi, I'm Luka."

Marinette forced a smile. "Marinette. So, did you order pastries? Or did I get the address wrong?"

Luka laughed. "Yeah, we ordered pastries. Sorry I'm all sweaty, we just took a break from the stage." He gestured vaguely in that direction.

Marinette just nodded, not bothering to question who the others were. Luka paid her the money and she handed him the treats. Saying goodbye, she turned around to leave.

"Hey, wait! Where do you go to school? Aren't you a little young to be delivering?"

Marinette turned her head back. Confusedly, she said, "We share two classes. And I'm just helping out some friends."

Luka flushed in embarrassment. "Oh. I'm sorry, its just that I've never seen you before and I thought that you went to another school, cause you're really pretty - PRETTY QUIET, yeah that's what I meant to say. And I know other people who're quiet, so it really shouldn't surprise me, just so we're clear, which two classes do we share?"

Marinette blinked at the onslaught of words, "E equals MC scared," she muttered.

"Sorry, what? By the way I think its really sweet that you're helping out a friend."

Marinette shook her head, "Nevermind. Thanks? And uh, I'll see you later? I guess... Bye."

She walked down to the sidewalk quickly, she was almost at the end of the path when the boy - Luka - snapped out of his shock and yelled out a goodbye.

Marinette smiled fondly and kept smiling for the entire walk back.

Blanket

Marinette bit happily in her sugary pastry. The Dupain Chengs gave her forty dollars and a free pastry of her choice.

Her walk slowed down when she passed the park again. Her pastry lowered and she stopped completely. Marinette looked at all the happy families again. She even saw Chloe and a blond near the fountain.

Even Chloe was smiling.

The once sweet taste in her mouth felt bitter. She looked around and saw a trashcan. Jogging over, she dumped the pastry in it, rinsing her mouth with the water she got earlier.

Marinette sighed again, taking a glance back. She dusted her hands off on her jacket and walked away towards her house.

Betrayel

Her house wasn't in some run down bad part of town place.

It was a rather normal house in a middle class neighborhood. Houses lined the street and flowers popped up every inch.

It was ironic.

Very simple.

And Marinette bitterly loved it.

Balcony

Marinette crawled down the roof of the building. It wasnt so worn down that the door didn't work, no it was just that Marinette preferred to be on top instead of inside buildings.

The balcony was wooden with a somewhat broken rail in some places. The way the house was situated, it was above a ledge, a very high distance up.

Surprisingly, not many people fell from it. No, it was mostly into the river with some people.

Her tenth birthday had just passed. Her mother and father split up. The worst part was that Mom was the one that got custody of her. Dad tried his best but it wasn't enough.

It never was.

She was supposed to be grounded, Marinette mused. For a particularly nasty prank against bullies. Her fingers tapped beside her on the wooden rail. The river rushed far beneath her and Marinette pretended for a moment that she could see the individual pebbles and rocks in it.

The noise of cars were still there. The building wasn't too far from the city. Actually, Marinette believe the only reason it was closed down was because the ledge was too close.

Her phone ringed. Gasoline by Halsey played.

Are you insane like me?

Been in pain like me?

Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?

Just to pour that mother-

Marinette knows who it is. She knows that she should answer it. But it was so fun being rebellious for a change.

The music still plays

Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?

Do people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?

Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me?

Marinette hummed as the chorus came along. It was one of her favorite songs.

If she doesn't respond, will her mother think that she killed herself, she wondered as the music stopped then repeated. Probably.

Daphne never really cared about her. Marinette suspects that she only got custody of her to rub it in her dads face. She breathed through her nose.

At least she wasn't the worst guardian ever. She gave Marinette money. The same money that Marinette used to buy her phone. And countless other things 'cause her mother never got the point of going to the store.

The ringing stopped.

Marinette stayed in silence for maybe a minute at the most before she crumbled. She went on her phone and played the song on loop. Marinette stayed there for a few minutes, looking at the river below and the somewhat vulgar lyrics rang in the air.

One jump, her mind supplied. One jump and everyone will be right about you.

Oh shut up, she told her mind.

Red

The fridge was empty. Again.

Marinette shouldn't be surprised. When she turned thirteen, Daphne started going out more and more for food and dates. That was a few months ago.

She grabbed some money from the abandoned purse near the cabinets and shrugged on a jacket. It was still cold and Marinette didn't fancy catching frostbite. Slipping on purple combat boots, she walked out the front door.

On the way there, Marinette though about her family. It seemed that all the children did die young. Nico, Luke, and Rachel died by suicide. Percy, Thalia, Jason, and Hazel died from abuse. Percy was abused by his step dad, Gabe Ugliano and Thalia, Jason, and Hazel died from their respective step moms.

And now Marinette is in the danger zone of both of them. Abuse and suicide. Yay.

Light glowed on her face as the store crept closer. She shivered, pulling her coat closer to herself. Marinette fingered the flimsy pieces of paper in her hand as she walked in and started putting food and other needed items in a cart she grabbed near the door.

The check out was a bit nerve wracking. Marinette spent the time worrying if someone might ask where her parents were, despite doing this before.

Grabbing her groceries, she thanked the cashier and left the store.

Park

On the way back, she was ambushed.

By Luka. Great.

She honestly thought by now the boy would have given up on her. Ever since he had figured out which classes she shared with him (which took a little longer than two weeks), he would not stop bugging her. Marinette didnt mind too much, it was actually pretty nice to have company - even though he did most of the talking.

"Mari! Hey, hi , how ya doing?" Luka panted. He had just ran across the street to get to her.

Marinette smiled. "Hey Luka. Like the hair."

The boy beamed. He had gotten blue ends and highlights done. His sister, Juleka, had gotten purple ones that Marinette saw on Friday.

"Great actually. Lots of people are noticing. So, uh, what's with the bag?" Luka gestured with one hand while the other was in his pocket.

"Oh, just boring old groceries." Marinette said airy. She blew some of her bangs out of her face.

Luka nodded and looked around. "Hey, where's your mom?" He asked.

Marinette paused for a moment then carried on, "Oh, she's at the house. This was just a little shopping."

Luka stared at her intensely, but nodded.

Marinette changed the subject. "So, how's school? Made any new friends?"

Luka brightened up. "Yep! I'm talking to Nino more and Alix isn't really that bad. Kim's a bit big headed but I think-" Marinette let him ramble, filling the silence between the two.

It made her kind of sad, knowing that her only friend doesn't really need her. He had plenty of other friends and admirers. Heck, Luka barely even sits next to her at lunch and in class.

It's sad, but Marinette wasn't really surprised.

There was always someone better than her.

Black

Superheroes.

There were fudging superheroes. Marinette gives up. Clearly the universe is crazy. Left is right. Up is down. And Marinette just wants a normal year.

Fifteen isn't supposed to be this stressful. It's supposed to be filled with drama, sure, but not superheroes.

Superheroes. Crazy. Two people swing around with a yoyo and a stick.

A yoyo. And a stick.

Also while wearing super form fitting suits.

Is anyone else questioning this?

And Ivan was turned into an akuma. Who came up with that name anyway? Akuma. Sounds like a drink you order at a cafe.

Marinette just needs coffee in her system. Like, right now. ASAP.

This is going to be a long year.

Wings

It was blurry. Sounds were coming on everywhere and Marinette had a killer headache. Marinette.

Was her name Marinette?

She didn't know. But it felt so right.

But she's not supposed to be it. Something else was nudging her away from the name.

Everything burned like she was in a marathon. It hurt to think.

At the same time adrenaline and power courses through her. She was a bit frustrated as she couldn't seem to do anything.

There was soothing feel in the darkness. Like she could just sleep and nothing bad would happen to her.

But she had to do something right?

A vague pain registered in her mind, like someone had just hit her. It repeated itself again and again.

Warbled voices accompanied the pain. Something - something wrapped around her? She feel light headed.

She felt so angry. And sad. Determined?

Someone was ripping something out of her hands. She didn't want that.

And then it stopped.

Everything stopped.

And the darkness was flooded with light.

Light

Marinette groaned. Everything hurt and the light was too bright. Shiny black leather boots entered her vision.

Green eyes peered at her. "Are you okay?"

Chat Noir, her mind told her. "Where - Where am I? What am I doing here?" Marinette knows why. She was akumatized. But she didn't want to believe it. So she determinedly hoped that it wasn't true despite everything screaming at her that it was.

Chat Noir smiled in pity? Sympathy? "You were akumatized. You should get back home now, your family must be very worried."

Yeah right, she said in her mind as she got up. Her mom wasn't even home most of the time. Standing up with the help of Chat Noir, she noticed that Spots was standing close to the wall, watching them. The red clad superhero didn't make any move to join them.

Actually, looking closer, there was several rips in his suit, pink light was sewing them back together and she suspected it was the magic of the suit. Bruises were dotting his skin and he held himself tiredly.

Looking back at Chat Noir, Marinett found that he was in a similar state except the blond was supporting a split lip.

Said hero was watching her with hidden caution in her eyes. Marinette cleared her throat distractedly.

"I'll, uh, I'll go. Home. I'll go home." The words tasted dry as Marinette walked out from the building.

She shivered and hugged herself from the non existent breeze. Bumping into someone, she looked up to apologize only for the words to die in her throat. Kim was looking at her in fear and disgust written plain on his face.

"Whatevers your problem, take care of it. We don't need you doing That again." The boy walked off and Marinette stared at the place he was before. She could hear the capital T in That. She didn't know if the jock meant being akumatized or whatever she did while she was akumatized.

Why was she akumatized? She felt her pockets for anything - anything that could give her a clue. A paper crinkle underneath her hands and she pulled it out.

It was a newspaper clipping. In the picture was a car crash and a picture of her dad. Next to him was a brunette. Marinette quickly read the title.

CAR CRASH NEAR MUESEUM OF HISTORY. TWO ADULTS KILLED.

In the arcticle they briefly described the two people and gave their condolences to their friends and family.

Marinette took a shuddering breath.

She wished she never checked her pockets.

Bed

The house itself wasn't a mansion. But it was very big and open. Daphne had gotten a paying job and had bought this a few months after the divorce. The house was a light blue with a red door. It was a good house. If it wasn't for the owner.

Marinette unlocked the door, mindful of Daphne's bedroom on the ground floor. Stepping inside, she automatically heard moans and rolled her eyes, disgusted.

Did Daphne really have to bring them to the house?

It was bad enough that Daphne forced Marinette to grow up so fast since the divorce. Robbing her of the rest of her childhood. But no, she just had to be in home people from the bar.

Creeping upstairs quietly, she went inside her bedroom and got a hoodie. After a moment's consideration, she left the newspaper clipping on her drawer, next to a mirror. Grabbing her backpack and tying the hoodie against her waist, Marinette left the house.

She didn't stay long enough for her bad mood to get even worse.

Boat

The boat was rocking unsteadily. The air was slightly salty and Marinette wished she would just stop getting some people's attention. Like, she gets it, her akuma was pretty frickin' scary apparetly, but still.

Knocking on the door, she waited until Juleka answered it. The purple haired girl widened her eyes before smiling nervously. Marinette smile back. Or at least try to, she thinks it ended up being more of a grimace th a anything.

"Is Luka home?" The words didn't come out as confident as she intended. In fact they sounded the exact opposite. Juleka nodded hesitantly and started closing the door.

Marinette rushed out the words before the door was closed in her face. "Please! I just need to talk with him."

Maybe it was the desperate tinge in her voice or the way she slumped in sadness and defeat, but Juleka nodded again, stepping to the side to allow her entry.

Juleka went up to the stage, obviously trusting Marinette to find the bedroom herself. It wasn't really that hard. She'd been there before and even then, all she had to do was follow the sounds of guitar.

Knocking in the door, she waited until she heard a faint 'come in'. Opening it, she saw Luka put his guitar away and quickly shut a notebook, shoving it under his pillow. Marinette couldnt help but raise an eyebrow. "Okay, ignoring that I saw you do that."

Luck flushed. Rubbing his neck, he replied, "Uh, hey, Mari! Why - what - Why are you here?"

Marinette sighed deeply, moving to sit on the bed next to Luka. "Please don't tell me you're suddenly scared of me too, now."

The taller boy hurriedly shook his head. "What? No, no, I'm not - no."

Marinette laid back so that her back was on the bed, but her feet were dangling of. "Was I that scary as an akuma? Cause like, several different people came up to me and glared."

Luka hesitated, "Well, sorta. I mean, if you had a monster appearance then maybe it would've been better, cause that's not really you. But you looked like - well, you! The only thing different was your eye colour. Plus you nearly beat the heroes." The last part was said in barely a whisper, but I still got Marinette's attention.

"Oh." Her day was just getting better and better.

Fort

Marinette stared blankly at the wall. She hadn't gone to school for the rest of the week after the akuma and none of her classmates had called asking why. Or if she was okay. Not even Luka.

Maybe it was because when Luka told her about what she did, she just sat there. Maybe he's better off with out her. He has enough friends to compensate her lonely presence.

He didn't need her to tarnish his reputation.

He didn't need her.

Marinette robotically got up, taking one of Luka's hoodie that she borrowed, and pulling on shoes. Creeping down the stairs, she hid around a corner when Daphne walked past her, smelling of alcohol. At least she didn't bring anyone else home this time.

The afternoon air breezed past her as she started climbing up the stairs to the balcony.

It's for the best, she reminded herself.

Reaching down to take off her shoes, she caught sight of a person in the corner of her eye. Abandoning her task, Marinette straightened up and slowly walked towards the girl.

The girl walked closer to the edge and bent her legs, as if to jump. Marinette, despite herself, yelled, "Stop! Don't do this, please."

Woah wait a minute what did she just say? It was very hypocritical and Marinette knew that. Honestly she couldn't care less any way. In fact, she was slighty angry at the girl for denying her opportunity.

None the less, the girl turned around. Marinette soaked in the others appearance, her choppy had was in a braid and she looked to be slightly native. Her eyes were changing colors as she began to talk.

She told Marinette about how her boyfriend, Dylan, left her. She talked about how her dad was always busy, but he still loved her. Her braid moved as she went back to the topic of her now ex boyfriend.

She bitterly laughed at the end. "You probably heard this all before. I really thought that he might be the one. Then he told me he was done."

All the confusion and sleigh anger that was pent up in Marinette released itself. "For God's sake please! Are you kidding me? I just can't believe that for some stupid reason you got here before me," she moved closer to the girl with with braid, tear pricking her eyes a bit, "Are you upset 'cause you can't have what you wanted? You're lucky you've never been robbed of anything!"

The girl laid a bronze hand on Marinette's cheek, swiping at some tears. She undid her braid and pressed the red string into Marinette's hand. Pressing a kiss to her lips, she said, "I'm feeling better, thank you for listening." She turned away from the shorter girl and jumped.

Marinette was still in shock and could only watch as the girl fell with a smile on her bronze face.

Her lips still tasted like cherry.

Micro

The screen had shown the dead body of the girl. Piper McLean, only daughter of Tristan McLean. Marinette numbly watched as they did a report of her injuries, saying that she died on impact.

Marinette tightened her grip on the red string, watching her knuckles turn white. A deep sigh left her lips as she made a decision. Tank her hair out of her pigtails, she braided the red string in her hair and tied it off, using the string left over.

The house was empty, so it was easy to just walk out the door. Marinette didn't have a set destination. All she wanted to do was to forget. And she didn't have a fake ID yet so getting drunk was out. So was getting high.

Damn.

Marinette started climbing on buildings until she was on the rooftops, overlooking Paris. She continued to free run and parkour until all she could feel was the adrenaline pumping in her veins. Sliding on a rooftop, she jumped to a lower platform then flipped to the ground, breaking her fall when she touched the ground.

She slowed to a stop near the park. It was dark out and Marinette was suddenly thankful that she hadn't bumped into anyone so far.

Leaning against the trunk of a tree, Marinette wondered how her life could be this messed up. She supposed it could be traced to her parents, their rocky relationship triggered lots of other things.

It started to rain and Marinette tilted her head back. She's lucky that there's no school for a while. More excuses to not see anyone. Marinette loathed to admit it, but it hurt that no one talked to her.

I'll try again next week, she thought to herself.

Dead

Marinette saw a flash of blue. Turning her head hopefully, she saw Luka sitting next to a tree. Mark her way over, she cleared her throat. Luka looked up so fast, Marinette was slightly concerned he would get whiplash.

Luka quickly shoved a notebook in his bag along with something red and small. She noticed that the notebook was the same one he hid on the boat. Luka quickly go to his feet and looked at Marinette.

"Hey Marinette. What's - What's up?" Marinette furrowed her eyebrows for a second when Luka avoided her eyes. "Nothing, just wanted to see how you're doing. Do you want to hang out?" Marinette couldn't help the hopeful tinge in her voice at the last question.

Luka laughed nervously and looks over her head. Marinette cursed their height difference, not for the first time. "Yeah, well, I'm fine. I was actually going to go hang out with um, Nino and Adrien. Yeah, so, uh, sorry. Maybe next time Marinette?"

Marinette was shocked and confused. Did she do something wrong? She plastered a fake smile on her face and nodded, this time avoiding his eyes. "Sure. Go have fun! I guess it was pretty selfish of me to constantly hang with you. But, uh, yeah see - see you soon!" She gave a half hearted wave and left.

She didn't see regretful blue eyes watching her.

She also didn't see him look at Tikki, looking more lost then he ever had been before.

Eat

Marinette shut the door quietly. The large house felt cold and empty. She entered the dining room and gazed at the empty table. Somehow Marinette was no surprised. Disappointed? Yes. Shocked? Not really.

Dropping her school bag in one of the seats, she entered the kitchen to heat up some instant soup. As she pushed the buttons on the microwave, she leaned against the counter, watching the soup spin.

The door slammed close, making her startle. Tensing up, she wondered if it was too late to run upstairs.

"Hey." The smell of alcohol hit her nose.

"Hey."

Daphne pushed off the wall and stumbled over. "I know what you think. How could I have this bad of a mother?"

Daphne was right in front of Marinette, swaying slightly on the spot. Blue eyes looked over the elder's shoulder, avoiding eye contact. Daphne shoved Marinette against the counter. "Well maybe your wrong," her voice raised, "Maybe I didn't want to be a mother! But for some damn reason, I gave birth to you! LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING, YOUNG LADY."

Marinette said the hit coming, but did nothing to stop it. It was Friday, she didn't have school. Her head snapped to the side from the force.

Daphne suddenly sobbed and hugged her daughter, clinging on to her.

"I'm sorry. God what am I doing with my life? I'm so so sorry." Marinette stayed quiet, letting Daphne mumble drunkenly as she picked up the older woman, carrying her to her room, blankly closing the door.

Daphne did this all the time. Apologizing when drunk.

She never meant any of it.

Good

Marinette rubbed her forearm as she slid down the roof. It has been a few days and Luka never talked to her. No 'Hello' or 'Hey how you doing?' not even a 'Can I borrow your pencil?', in school or out.

Landing on the balcony again, she slipped off her shoes quietly and turned around. And she couldnt help the sharp, quiet intake of breath at the sight of another person. She recognized as Nathanaël, a redhead in her class.

Despite herself she says, "What are you doing?"

Nathanaël laughed and Marinette was surprised on how empty it sounded. "Everyone ignores me, everyone steals. I don't fit in with anybody here." He takes another step closer to the edge.

Marinette was slightly desperate. Nathanaël didn't deserve this. He was friendly and didn't start fights with anyone. In fact the only thing that he did to cross Marinette was making her miss yet another opportunity.

In the heat of the moment, she said loudly, "For God's sake please! Are you serious? I just can't believe that for some stupid reason you got here before me," tears made their way down her face and Nathanaël looked more concerned with her dialogue, "Cause even so, you're still loved by everyone at home. There's always dinner on the table you know!"

She thought about her own empty house and table. She thought about every time she sees Nathanaël with his family, they're always smiling.

"I'm hungry." Nathanaël said as he shed a tear. He smiled at Marinette then walked down the stairs and disappeared.

Two

Over the next few days Marinette caught the redhead looking at her in classes. Maybe he was wondering why she was up there on the balcony. The girl saw him talking taking Rose and Juleka more and more. He seemed happier too.

Speaking of Juleka, Luka was still avoiding her. Marinette couldn't help but think that she had done something wrong. Why would her only friend avoid her?

Marinette snapped to attention when the teacher started yelling at Nathanaël.

"That's it! No more useless doodling in my classroom! Walk yourself to the office young man." The boy clutched his sketchbook to his chest as he hurriedly made his way up front, avoiding all eye contact. He the front of room, however, he tripped and the book landed face up on the ground, right in front of Lila, the school gossiper and bully.

The page revealed rough sketches of Marinette in a superhero outfit, a cape and all. Lila laughed at them, "Wow, tomato boy over here has a crush on little Mari."

Marinette didn't really think it looked romantic at all. There wasn't any hearts or any couple poses. But apparently Lila didn't think like that. She laughed again and Marinette tugged on her blue hair, still braided with the red string. "Leave him alone."

Lila paused. "Excuse me?"

Marinette stared at her while Nathanaël took the time to pick up the sketch book. "You heard me. Leave him alone. You're harassing him and its not funny."

Lila opened her mouth to retort when the teacher snapped and said, "That is enough. Nathanaël, go to he office. You two are to be quiet and take notes on the lesson today. We have quiz next week."

While taking out her notebook, she felt Luka staring at her. She ignored the gaze, he didn't acknowledge her? Well, she's not going to acknowledge him.

Books

The library was one of the few quiet places in the life of Marinette. Something about the new and old books were soothing and the quiet was really helpful to Marinette's slight dyslexia.

Putting on her headphones, she blasted them to full volume, only people in a three feet range could hear the humming of the music.

For a while, it was very peaceful to the young female.

Then a book shelf fell next to her.

Along with all the books.

By a hairdryer.

Should Marinette be surprised? Probably.

Is she? No. Not really.

Is that sad? Maybe.

She yelped and scrambled away, headphones falling onto her shoulders. Looking up, she spotted an akuma with a rather peculiar colour scheme. He had red hair which sorta made him look like - "No way. Is that Nathanaël?!" Marinette breathed in disbelief.

A yoyo wrapped around the akuma's waist. "Stop chasing her!"

Nathanaël scoffed. "I am the Evillustrater. If you had known what they had done to others you wouldn't be helping them!"

A scream tore through the air and Marinette registered that it vaguely sounded like Chloe. A yell followed it and Marinette could hear Lila's slight accent.

The Evillustrater laughed and tore his arm from the jump rope. Jumping onto a standing bookcase, he created a giant book, making it chase the girls along with the hairdryer. The book bumped into bookcases along the way, wrecking the Library's interior. Marinette turned around to see a bookcase about to fall on her.

She flinched and covered her arms with her head. When she felt no crushing weight on her, she slowly opened an eye, coming out of her curled up stance. A huge book was blocking the book case from falling anymore.

Feeling eyes on her, she whipped around to see the Evillustrater looking at her. He looked at her for a second longer, then turned around and ran from the building.

"Hey? You alright?" A voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Nodding her head she replied as she turned her head. "Yeah Luka, I'm fine..."

She trailed off as she realized that it was not, in fact, Luka but Spots. Actually, now that she thought about it, Spots did look similar to Luka. Same blue eyes and hair. But something... was off? It feel like something was missing...

"Uh, are you okay? Who's Luka?" Spots' voice be be thoughts, looking at her nervously. Marinette shook her head and smiled tiredly.

"He's my... friend. I mean, we don't talk much anymore but... say, you look a lot like him... but I might just be shock and I'll just shut up. Yeah." Spots laughed nervously and directed her outside to where the police wear taking statements.

One

The Evillustrater business was over fairly quickly. Lila told the class that the superheroes caught him in her house. "Though they did nothing useful," she sniffed, "My wardrobe is destroyed and all they did was bounce a bail around."

Chloe was oddly silent.

Two

Marinette determinedly pushed the door open, taking off her last shoe with one hand. She stopped though, she she caught sight of a yellow figure.

Chloe?

Marinette took in her slumped posture and bitter smile. Chloe was acting... wrong. This - This wasn't like her at all.

Chloe was acting like Marinette.

The realization hit her like a truck.

Chloe had been here before. Marinette wanted to tug on her braid, but kept her hands at her side.

Being up here time and time again, Chloe anticipated the wind and wore a yellow cardigan.

There was a paper crumpled in her fist. Wordlessly, she handed it over. It was an announcement for the Mayor's wedding to his other. Marinette was hit by the horrible realization that Chloe spent most of her time outside of her house.

Chloe started talking, "I just want to stop the scars that grow, everytime that I go home. Thats why I came up here instead."

Whoa, wait a minute what did she just say? She couldn't care less either way. But in the moment she just screamed.

Something that she could not believe.

"Hey. Don't do it please."

By the look on the blonde's face, Marinette knew that that wouldn't be as easily swayed. Tears came down on their own, spilling from her blue eyes. She couldn't stop this girl, well this is new. Her mind flashed back to Piper. The tears came down harder.

Marinette wished Chloe would go on with it. She knew if she tilted her head up, she'll see a pitiful expression.

Chloe choked out a small laugh. "I guess today is just not my day."

She looked away, picked up her shoes and left, giving Marinette an awkward side hug when she past her.

Two

Marinette flinched as she heard a glass breaking downstairs. Her mom was again.

Mom.

She hasn't referred to Daphne as that in years.

Marinette figured that Daphne fitted her better.

It was a Saturday. Marinette figured after the scare yesterday, she would try tomorrow. And she will do it. No matter what.

Yelling traveled up the stairs. Footsteps followed it. Marinette quickly rolled off her bed to double check that the door was locked. Right after she had checked, banging on the door quickly came.

Muffled threats accompanied the harsh sounds.

Marinette couldn't wait for tomorrow to arrive.

One

The bottle felt heavy in her hands as she pushed open the door. Taking a cautious look around, she blinked in hesitant shock.

No one else was here.

Perfect.

Her mouth curved up into a smile. Marinette knew it would have been easier for her to do it at night.

No else here today, she guessed it was time.

She took off her shoes and didn't bother to tuck a note in it. No one to address it to anyway.

Stepping up to the rail, she climbed it, taking in the large fall beneath her. She tucked the bottle in her pants pocket.

She shrugged off a yellow zip up hoodies. Luka got her that for her birthday, she vaguely remembered.

Tugging on the red string, she felt her braid come undone. She laid the red string on her hoodie, no sense in taking Piper's gift down with her.

The petite girl looked down at her possessions possessions a moment. She smiled bitter sweetly.

Pulling out her bottle of pills, she took a handful.

She forced herself to swallow them. They clumped together in her throat, blocking her airway.

Marinette started to feel a little light headed, and swayed. Her vision turned to darkness.

Her knees buckled. She fell forward.

She's gonna jump now and be free.

Oh my gosh guys, I am finally finished! This took forever! Remember to read and review!

Also for thise who are questioning me, the notebook that Luka continuously hid from Marinette is actually a song that he was writing for her.

ALSO FOR THOSE WHO WANT A HAPPY ENDING:

Luka felt a scream tear through his throat as he saw the figure of his best friend in the distance. He raced towards her as he saw her swallowing something.

One more roof to go.

He watched as her knees buckled, making her fall off the edge. Leaping, he caught the back of her shirt.

He breathed heavily as he pulled her over the railing.

Laying her down, he worked on getting the clump of pills out.

Tears threatened to fall as he finally got all the pills out.

Marinette was breathing shallowly.

But she was breathing.

And that was better than before.

Taking his yoyo out, he called his partner and told him to meet him at the hospital.

Luka looked at Marinette as he carried her.

When she woke up, she and Luka were going to have a very long and very serious conversation.

(Despite his plans, Luka ends up crying throughout most of it.)

(Marinette comforts him by cuddling.)

(Luka is the little spoon.)

(He'll deny that to his grave.)

So, I dont know if thats better, but at least Marinette lives! ON A SIDE NOTE: I AM GOING TO THE BEACH NEXT WEEK SO UPDATES WILL EITHER BE AS USUAL OR PAUSED. Even though my updating schedule is already horrendous. So it probably wont make a difference.

So, read and review. And im sorry for any mistakes, my auto correct is lagging as of right now...