"You knew exactly what you were doing, that is what hurts the most."

-Anonymous

I leaned against Adrien and sighed. I'm tired of being worthless. I'm tired of feeling like I can't do anything right. I'm so tired of living, but I'm so scared of dying. I care too much. I care so much that I don't want anyone else to get hurt, so I keep my feelings bottled up. And never tell a soul about how I truly feel. I care about everyone else's feelings more than my own. So I don't care if I'm hurting or faking my smile as long as everyone else is happy, I'll be okay. People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is wearing all black. But people are wrong. Depression is like constantly feeling numb. Like no matter what happens around you, you don't notice because your numb to your feelings, to everything, to the world. Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increase the burden. It is easier to say, "My tooth is aching" than to say "My heart is broken".

"Are you okay Mari?" Adrien says. I sigh and turn my head into his shoulder.

"I'm supposed to say that I'm okay, that's what the nice girl is supposed to say. but in truth I'm not! I'm not okay. I haven't been okay for a long time now. I need the warmth of love of feeling loved. I need someone to tell me it's going to be okay. I need someone to hold me and never let me go. I need a family to support me. I need to be loved." I say while crying into his shoulder. "Both my parents are gone. My best friend left me for someone else. She watched me crumble and fall apart but she didn't do anything about it, she just let it happen. I live alone. I've been cutting for such a long time. I've thought of suicide for so long. I honestly don't know how I have taken my own life yet."

"Marinette." Adrien breathes. He turns his head, and buries his face in my hair, taking big breaths and sighs. "I'm so sorry all of this happened. I'm so sorry, but I promise everything really will be okay, just please let me help you. There's no need to cut, or think of suicide. Let me give you all of the love I have. Let me help you."

"Adrien. How can you help me when you have no idea what I've been through. You don't know what it's like to cut. I used to wonder what it's like to cut. Sometimes I would wonder what it would feel like if I would want to find out. And now that I have cut I know exactly how it feels. So this is how I would describe cutting; go to the beach and walk into the water, blindfolded. You just keep walking you don't know where you're going. You just know your going deeper. Depression has blinded you all you know if your going deeper. Now just keep going until you drown. You want air, you want relief you don't want to be drowning anymore. Now imagine the relief when someone pulls you out of the water. That's what cutting is. Relief. Relief from all the pain and hell you've been drowning in. Relief from not feeling good enough. Relief from the bullies at your school. Relief from feeling like you fat. Relief from your imperfections and insecurities. You might find cutting disgusting and you might never understand it but when your drowning and you need saving. You need relief. So what is cutting like? It's a relief. Some cut their wrist, some cut their thighs. Some cover it with sleeves and some cover it with smiles. Some prefer razors, some play with knives, but in the end their all living the pain through their lies."

"I do know what it's like to cut. I used to cut. I had the right people beside me, so please let me help you." He says while rolling up his sleeves and showing me his scars.

"Why didn't you tell me. If you had told me I would've opened up earlier."

"You wouldn't let me Mari. I've been trying to tell you. I've been trying to get you to open up, to show you that I care."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Adrien." I say, sobbing into his shoulder again repeating the words over and over again. "I'm sorry."

"It's going to be okay Mari. I'm here for you. I'll stay by your side. Trust me."

" I do. I really do. I trust you Adrien." With that all and over. We suddenly here a shrill sound. The bell? SCHOOL! "Oh my gosh we missed an entire day of school!" I give a slight giggle at the look on Adrien's face. He starts laughing and I laugh harder. Tears prickle my already red eyes, but this time it's not from sadness but from happiness.

"Thank you. I no longer feel so lonely. I no longer feel so broken, thanks to you Adrien."

"Anything for you Mari."

END OF PART ONE

"I act like such a happy person, but deep down I'm not. I know people have it worse than me but I still have troubles of my own."

-Anonymous

(A/N: Wow! Sorry for the short chapter, but at least I have another chapter out for you guys. Make sure to favorite, follow, and review! Love you guys. )