As chat blanc left, it started raining.

There were torrents of rain.

Marinette left the bakery.

She carefully slid a knife from her pocket.

She wasn't going to try to end her life again.

But there was another way to create pain.

Marinette sat down at the fountain.

She rolled up her jeans and carefully slit a long scar on her leg.

The blood perfectly contrasted with her pale skin.

She loved watching the red bubble up.

She did it again and again.

Then she washed it in the rain.

The sting felt good.

She rolled her pant leg down.

She put the knife in her pocket.

Then she said "Tikki, spots on"