Love to Break Free

by Littlemixup

All her life, Marinette had been told she's a freak for having the power of creation. That she's all alone. But when she's moved from her cell to another, she finds she's not quite as lonely as she'd been told. Friendship, romance and trust blossom between her and her cellmate, Adrien, as they work together to try and break free. However, Gabriel Agreste has other ideas.

3. Tears of decay

Sorry for the pause but here's another chapter. I've had some amazing comments on this story recently, and they mean so much to me. Thank you to DearestMrIcarus, Kidakame2, MiraculousFAN and other guests who have given amazing comments, I really appreciate it! Hopefully this chapter is up to your standards, let me know what you think! :)

This is it. This is the worst it can probably ever get for me right now.

Let me give an update on my life these past few weeks.

I'm locked in a cell in a place for freaks and crazy people, brought outside under the illusion that I'm going to be set free, only to be shoved in the back of a van.

Oh, and let's not forget the part where I am brought to a place that looks like it's been built based on every single horror movie put together. To top all of that off, I'm roommates with a murderer.

If I ever get out of here, I will never have a 'bad' day again.

After Gabriel tells me about my new roommate/cellmate, I gape open mouthed at him, trying to process everything he just said.

He pays no attention to me, nodding to the guards.

"Kim, Ivan, put her inside," he says icily before turning swiftly on his heel and striding back down the corridor and out of sight.

The guards fling open the wooden door to reveal another iron door, which is scratched and scraped. Another attempt by Gabriel or whoever owns this place to block the 'troubled' from view. I stand, waiting for them to let me in, throw me in, shove me through the door, my stomach doing backflips and twisting itself into knots. By now, my heart is thumping so loudly from somewhere inside my mouth I'm so apprehensive. They open the iron door with a creak and push me inside the door.

And I'm chilled to the bone.

I want to leave.

Now.

I'm standing at the entrance to what I think is meant to be a cell. But I don't know because there's nothing but soot and ash. The room seems as if someone has filled it with gas and threw a lit match inside, and yet I get the feeling that not even a wisp of smoke from a fire has been anywhere near this room. The walls are corroded and breaking, in black chunks that crumble from the wall as I look around. But I don't see my cellmate.

All too soon, before I'm ready, I hear the slam of doors and the laughing of the guards as they leave me, abandoning me in this chamber of decay that is filled with crumbling flakes of iron, and a murderer.

But where is he?

I edge cautiously further into this strange and terrifying room. With every step, I'm watching, waiting for something to happen to me. Something bad. The thought that this is now my new home makes my heart stop. The thought of being imprisoned with a murderer who is probably cold and heartless and mean and ruthless and cruel and bloodthirsty and...

Blond. He's blond.

He's also sat in the corner of the room next to what resembles a burnt mattress, but he doesn't move, doesn't flinch when I enter, not even when the door slams. With his head resting on his knees, he looks strangely... peaceful.

But I know not to get close to him. So, I slink over to the other corner of the room and carefully sit down, trying to blend into the background. It's now that I survey the room properly.

This is where I'm probably going to spend the rest of my life. In this cold and lifeless prison with someone who has killed before. It's now, that I don't even feel that I'm able to amuse myself how I would've before, with my magic, or even talk out loud to myself, because there's a slight chance that the blond boy sitting opposite me right now will kill me for it. Literally. And as I look around properly, I finally understand how all the hope and wonder has been sucked out of this place, little by little, and I think it's taking effect on me too.

So, I cry, because it's the only thing left to do. I cry in big heaving sobs, letting go and not caring. So many tears stream down my face I'm surprised I've managed not to drown. My hands go over my face and I sob and sob to end all of the pain and misery I've endured.

Eventually, I open my eyes, which feel sore and puffy, and I nearly scream in shock. The blond boy is kneeling in front of me, head cocked on an angle. He's staring at me.