(A/N: italics=thoughts. Italics and underline= sign language)

Chapter 2

This time when I woke up, I had woken up in so much pain. Something moved to my side. I looked at it through my good eye and saw a big dog. The dog was whining at me. As if saying it's okay you're safe I'm here. And for some reason this dog made me feel safe. I looked to my right and saw a big red button. (A/N: Don't ever press the big red button. Never know what will happen.) There was a sign under it saying that it will contact a nurse. So I was obviously in the hospital. I tried to sit up and reach to press the button, but it hurt o much. The dog that was next to me shook its head and got up. It smacked the button for me. I gave a tired giggle and motioned the dog to come back up to my bed. 'Hey there little buddy.' I tried to say, but no words came out. Oh right. I can't really speak. I haven't spoken since I was 4. Then I remembered everything. 'How long was I out!' But before I could panic, I heard a knock on my door. Then a nurse in a blue uniform came in. I took my chance and signed to her. 'How long was I out?' She sighed before saying, "7 months sweetie. Your family and classmates are worried about you. That's when I noticed all of the cards and flowers. 'Oh. When I woke up I found this dog next to me. Who's is it.'

"She's your service dog. She can help you get around easier since you can only see out of one eye. Her name is your choice and she's 5 months old. She's already very protective of you. She wouldn't let anyone near you except your parents."

'So I get to choose the name.'

"That is correct." I thought for a couple of minutes. Then as if it had just popped into my head I had the perfect name for her.

'I'll name her Bridgette.'

"That's a great name. I should go get your parents. They are out in the waiting room. I will be right back." I nodded my head. As soon as she left I motioned for Bridgette to come closer so I could pet her.

Bridgette trotted up to me and climbed onto my bed. I started to pet her, I felt very calm. Then the nurse came back in.

"You parents are asleep. They haven't slept very well these past few months so I think we should let them sleep. In the meantime do you think we could talk?" I nod my head.

"Do you have any questions for me to answer?"

'How long was I out.'

"7 months." 7 MONTHS! A whole 7 months!

'What happened?'

FLASHBACK

"You nothing for good little girl. You're a piece of trash that no one wants. Why don't you just die already?" She smirked inwardly. I took a step back as she took a step forward. I felt tears pricking my eyes, turn away, and ran. I ran and ran. Everything passing in a blur. Not looking around my surroundings I didn't see was the bus coming straight for me. It hit me with such a force that I bounced and rolled. I hit my head on the pavement really hard. I heard someone shouting out to me. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes before I heard the sirens. I felt someone pick me up and put me into a stretcher. I was fighting really hard to stay awake but the dark was so inviting. I welcomed the darkness and fell asleep.

END OF FLASHBACK

'That's all I remember. Last thing I know I wake up in a white room. Smelling horrible!' I sign to her turning my nose up in disgust. She let loose a quiet giggle.

"I'm sorry little one. Could you tell me why you won't talk. Can you not physically talk?" She asked as she moved to sit in the chair next to me.

'I'm mute. I think I could talk if I really tried. Being mute is my choice. I've been mute since I was 4. I struggled with major anxiety and bullying. I was getting bullied and beaten. Coming home in small bruises. My parents didn't know until I was 6. By then the beating got worse. She was trying to beat some words out of me. I soon realized that saying nothing will frustrate her and she would give up. One day a man came up to me instead of the girl, and well you can kinda picture it in your head. He took my innocence. He took my everything. I was scared and alone. When I got home my parents were waiting for me, because it was later than when I would normally be home. They asked what happened, and I could talk, or speak, or breath or anything. I passed out from mere exhaustion and fear, anxiety, everything really. After that incident I would jump whenever someone touched me. The next day I decided to tell my parents and they cried with me. Now one of them pick me up as long as one of my friends can't walk me home.' As I finished my story I looked up and saw my parents in the doorway. I gave them a smile looking full of life, but really it was broken just like my heart, mind, soul and body. They walked into the room with tears in their eyes. Maman touched my face and wiped my tears away, I guess some point in the story I had started silently crying. I gave my Maman another broken smile.

"How are you feeling my little Mare?"

'I'm fine. I mean I feel fine but I'm probably not. I'm probably going to have to learn how to see with partial vision.' Mom gave me an airy laugh. "Yea Mare you will. But you'll get there." I silently laugh. 'Yeah I will.'

Back To Present

Well anyways it's been 8 years since then. Chloe hasn't changed since then, she is still a stuck up snobby bitch. Me well I have changed a lot. I am still partially blind and I hate it. I still can't hear out of my left ear. I have Bridgette who is 8 soon to be 9. I'm still the messed up Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Secretly Ladybug. I have a major crush on this boy named Adrien Agreste. And I am getting by each day! I try to stay positive, and continue to live my everyday life. Well until I lost Bridgette. All thanks to Chloe again.

(A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed. I took a lot of my time writing this when I should have been sleeping. I have work all weekend, I was sick yesterday. So I will try to get out a new chapter ASAP. Much love to everyone reading this. Please follow, favorite, and review! Till next time!

-Carly 3)