Previously on Destruction...

The camera shakes violently. The view of Ladybug appears to get closer and closer. The phone is dropped and it stares up at the sky. A pair of big hands that wear black gloves shoves Ladybug off the roof.

Ladybug's startled cry echoes out.

The footage ends here.

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Thousands of texts have been sent back and forth between Lila Rossi and Nebula Blackmire. These text threads have been taken from Nebula's phone after she took her own life by the means of overdosing. In Nebula's phone, she doesn't have Ms. Rossi as a contact. The only thing that pops up is a name known as 'Unknown'. These files contain every single text message between the two girls. Viewer discretion is advised.

Unknown: You are going to end up all alone one day if you keep calling out my lies, Nebula. You've been friends with Nova for almost three years now. Too bad she believes me over you. What a pity.

Nebula: How did you get this phone number?

Unknown: You don't know everything about me. I told you that I have connections.

Nebula: You're not going to end up in a very good place if you continue this. I was willing to be your friend, Lila. You didn't have to put up this sick charade. You didn't have to pull Nova into this nonsense.

Unknown: I didn't have to pull Nova into this nonsense, but you know you are the reason why she doesn't trust you anymore, right? I told her everything you did to me. It was quite easy, you know. She's quite easy to sway.

Nebula: You told Nova lies.

Unknown: I mean you can keep saying they're lies. They aren't lies. After all, you're just draining the energy out of everyone you're around. I know your mom is a cop or whatever, but even she thinks you're just a bother. It's no wonder she doesn't even take any time out of her day to come and hang out with her own daughter. I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but my mom even though she's the ambassador of Italy makes sure to wish me goodnight. What about poor Nebula? She just vents to all her friends to feel better. I told Nova all about your toxic behaviors. I even told her how she was just using you to make you feel better.

Nebula: I did no such thing! All I was doing in the beginning trying to offer you friendship. But it's like no matter what I do, I can't make you happy. Why do you lie? It won't give you a happy life!

Unknown: I have everyone's attention. I've never had this kind of attention before. I thought you already knew that.

Nebula: Are you even happy?

Unknown: Who cares? No one is going to find out about me lying to them this whole time. As for you, you'll just be a memory.

After this text thread, there's back and forth bickering between these two young ladies. It is mostly Nebula who is approaching Lila about all of the crap she said that day. There's a frequent question Nebula asks. It's why. In less than three weeks, these text threads progress in Lila Rossi harassing Nebula Blackmire. The last week contains texts that have 'Go kill yourself' said frequently. There's even a short text thread between Nebula Blackmire and Nova Lee regarding Lila Rossi, but that doesn't end too well. The end result was a block from Ms. Lee.

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"I'm Nadja Chamock here in front of Collège Françoise Dupont where a student by the name of Marinette Dupain-Cheng has attempted taking her own life."

Luka Couffaine wasn't one for the news. After all, most of it was just drama. He occasionally looked at the Ladyblog from time to time, but that was beside the point. He clicked on a video from his phone when he saw her name. This... it couldn't be true. He wasn't exactly surprised, but he wasn't at all happy about the news. He was sad that all the bullying Marinette had endured ended up with her trying to take her own life. He had tried to offer his comfort and he didn't like that she had started pushing everyone away from her. From her parents to Kagami to even Luka.

Now, he had never met this Lila Rossi, but just by the way Marinette spoke of her, he could already imagine how awful this girl's melody sounded. A violin with a loose string and disastrous piano music playing... He felt a shiver run up his spine.

Anyways, the blue-haired guitarist could only imagine how the people who actually cared about Marinette felt.

There was the feeling of shame and there was the feeling of guilt.

In these past months, Luka had found himself getting akumatized numerous times because of the bullshit Marinette put up with. God, if only he could kill that blasted girl.

Luka found himself fuming. There was so much more he could have done, but he didn't want to push her to say anything else. He was one of those good people who tried to convince Marinette to not end her life numerous times. He had seen her self-harm wounds. And while he didn't understand what she was going through, he himself knew that self-harming wasn't the best coping option. While he wasn't exactly proud of his past, he had done the option of self-harming.

With self-harm, there was this temporary release from the pain he felt from whatever had happened. His past of when he was seven and when Juleka was five had troubled him. The constant arguing between his mom and dad. How his dad simply left and didn't ever return. Due to this, he found that he didn't even know what his father looked like anymore. He pushed the trauma he had experienced deep within himself. He didn't want Juleka to experience horrible memories of their past.

There was a time where he saw no light. That is until he met Marinette. She was the light of his life. He knew very well that she loved Adrien, but in all honesty, that never mattered to him at all.

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Once Marinette recovered from her attempt at suicide, she was sent to an adolescent mental health care unit under and 72-hour watch in case she tried again. The country of France was not going to press charges because she had tried taking her own life.

France officials had gotten word from the EU's officials about a threat. Two officials were going to be sent to Paris, France regarding the threat. The two officials were going to be notified to not interfere with superhero business unless it related to their case. A case against Lila Rossi because in Italy, she was deemed a high threat.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was staring up at the ceiling in a room she shared with another female patient. How she survived was beyond her. She was so sure that fall was going to kill her, but it didn't. So, why was she still fucking alive?! And to be locked up in a building just because she took her own life? She just wanted to be alone. Because hell, Lila was right about her.

In this adolescent unit, the girls wore garnet-colored scrubs while the boys were left with like a cornflower blue for their scrubs. For each room, the boys and girls were separated and/or had their own room.

Marinette vaguely remembered when she had first arrived at this place. It was almost one in the morning. She was carried on a stretcher with a blanket over her to keep her warm during the ride. The bluenette had barely been awake through the entire process. This wasn't her parents' idea to put her through this. No, this was the country's idea.

Arriving at the facility, Marinette was quite surprised to see a couple of female nurses behind an office desk who gave her kind looks. How could they not be angry at her? She was just wasting their time by being there. The paramedics helped her off the stretcher, even allowed her to have the blanket. She had silently thanked them as they left her with the nurses who gathered paperwork.

Of the two nurses, one guided her to another room. "Let's get you into something more comfortable than that hospital gown. I'm sure it's quite uncomfortable." The nurse who spoke to her was quite slim. She looked to be around her late twenties and she had a soft voice that put the bluenette at ease.

The bluenette didn't say anything. She just stared at the ground with glassy eyes.

"I'm aware you just woke up from emergency surgery. Would you like something to drink?"

Marinette wanted to shake her head, but she hadn't eaten anything in the last forty-eight hours.

"Or maybe a snack?"

"Water please," she finally said at last.

The other nurse was off getting some scrubs for her and gathering the paperwork.

"Do you want some ice with that?"

She nodded slightly. Her bluebell eyes were off staring at the floor still. On her left wrist was a hospital band with her full name, age, gender, and what age she was. There were also some numbers that were at the bottom of the hospital band as well as a four-digit number she had no clue that was for.

Once the slim nurse came back with a cup of ice water, Marinette had finally looked up, but she couldn't meet the nurses' eyes as the second nurse came in with the scrubs and paperwork. The two nurses ushered her into a bathroom where the handle had been taken off to prevent any accidents from happening.

"We can only offer so much," the nurse who held the scrubs said gently. "I know the underwear doesn't look comfortable."

Marinette had taken a look at the nurses' name tags. The slim female nurse was named Melissa. She had long brown hair. And the nurse who held the scrubs was a plus-sized woman who was named Elara.

Melissa took close note of Marinette's arms.

Elara smiled gently and handed the bluenette the scrubs and uncomfortable pair of underwear.

Finishing up, Elara and Melissa sat Marinette down to complete the paperwork. Because she was a minor, she didn't have much say. She simply signed two pages which she knew she wouldn't be able to recall in the morning.

Then they sent her off the bed.

On the door, there were two names written. One had Marinette's name. And the other was Loona. the nurses tucked her in and let her sleep.

There were things about this room that caused Marinette to frown. At least they were given trashcans, but instead of plastic bags, there were paper bags. She understood their point of keeping them safe, but really. Windows that couldn't be opened or closed?

On the bright side, each room as far as she knew had its own bathroom, but no shower curtain. There was no way she could hang herself even if she wanted to. The bluenette sighed softly. These three days were going to be a living Hell.