A Felinette Story

Don't Leave Me-Backstory to Minuit Noir

A/N; Hi!! So I started writing this part on March 8th. So this is me writing from the past. I don't know when this chapter was published and it might have even took a week. I wanted this chapter to be SPICY, so there's A LOT of salt, and mentions of suicide and abuse. If you have any triggers that are mentioned here, stop reading this chapter. You can skip it and I will post a backstory for the next chapter. Triggers; abuse (from classmates), self harm, suicide, minor cursing, and overdosing. BEWARE AND ENJOY THIS CHAPTER.

-Marinette's POV- (Welcome Back)

'Ugh, what time is it? Where am I? Where's Felix?' I thought to myself. I opened my eyes as I woke up from my felt like week nap. I saw a woman figure, then my vision started to clear. "Maman?" I yelped with a raspy voice. My head hurt so bad, and I couldn't see straight. "Marinette! You're awake!" my mother eagerly cried. She called in the doctor. "Hello Marinette." the doctor announced. "Are you feeling any better?" I didn't know how to describe what I was feeling, so I just said anything a normal person would say. "I have a little headache and the room is starting to spin a little less." "Great! So Ms Dupain-Cheng, Marinette will be good to go to school tomorrow. Although, she does have a minor concussion, so she might pass out from time to time." the doctor mumbled to my mother. "Marinette, let's get you dressed to go home."

-meanwhile at the bakery-

-Tom's POV-

I was baffled to see who walked into MY bakery where my daughter LIVES, or at least I hope so. "Mr Dupain-Cheng?" a tall slim lady with glasses, a suit, and slicked back hair murmurs. "Adrien's father, Gabriel Agreste, wanted me to bring Adrien to apologize." "This boy has some nerve walking in here." I grunt. "Sir. I'm sorry for what I did. I let my emotions control the best of me. I was just so angry at Marinette for making me lose my job." Adrien so called 'apologized'. I didn't say anything. I just pointed to the door, signaling for him to leave. Then, when they were just about to leave, I saw a familiar car...

"Marinette" I whispered.

I saw her get out of the car in sweatpants with a matching sweatshirt. From behind his back, I saw the boy's face light up with joy. Why was he happy to see her? Why? He did this to her. "MARINETTE!" I heard him shout. He ran up to her and hugged her. My face was lit up with joy and disgust. "Get OFF of me!" Marinette yelled. "Maman told me what happened. How DARE you." "Adrien, we should get going" the lady said while leading him to a black car. His head went down in utter shame...as it should. I welcomed my daughter home with pasteries and hugs and gifts all afternoon and evening. She was exhausted. I carried her up to her room. I noticed the slight change (A/N; Guess what the change is ;)) in her room and I liked it.

-time skip to the next day-

-Marinette's POV-

I was going back to school. I thought everyone would at least feel a little sympathy for me after being in the hospital for 2 whole weeks. I guess I overestimated them. I walked into the school building and already felt the cold stares, but only from my class. "Are you sure you want to do this Marinette?" I heard Tikki whisper. "I'll be fine Tikki." I reply. Or so I thought. "Hey Marinette!" I heard Alix shout. "We want to talk to you in the locker room." followed Alya. I thought they were just going to give me a friendly 'just got out of hospital and we feel really bad' apology, I need to stop overthinking.

As soon as we all entered the locker room, Kim pushed me against the locker leaving me to fall on the floor in pain. "You thought *kick* you could *cut* just *punch* abandon *cut* us here *cut* while you *kick* are in *cut* the hospital *punch* like *cut* an attention *kick* seeking b-" "STOP!" Lila came running in. Just because she faked a concussion doesn't mean she deserves this. "We are only leaving you alone because Lila said to." Ivan chirped. But they didn't leave me alone. This whole abusing act became a daily routine to them. Until I was left with deep cuts, bruises and even broken bones. I came home aching in pain. (she was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt so they couldn't see the scars and bruises.)