Miraculous One Shots~song edition

Agoraphobic-Corpse_Husband

**TW THIS STORY MENTIONS SUICIDE. DO NOT READ IF THAT IS TRIGGERING TO YOU.**

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng" my name gets called by the nurse standing in the doorway of the shitty hospital. My mom gets up and I follow her. The nurse takes my weight, blood pressure and sends the doctor in quickly.
"So whats been up?" I look down at the dirty floor. I know the doctor really doesn't care.
"Marinette please you almost died" my mother croaks.

'Cause I can't do shit right, I can't learn my lesson

I can't ever fucking kill myself correctly.

I can't do shit right, take anti-depressants

"Marinette we want you to try these. If they're to much to handle, like bad mood swings, more suicidal thoughts we can switch"
"Okay" is all I say. The fresh cuts on my wrist stinging, I wince. My mother finishes talking to the doctor and we head to the pharmacy. I put my earbuds in and rest my head on the window trying to rest. Not getting much sleep last night, just like almost every night.

"Take once daily at the same time. Here Mari" she hands me the pills, the happy pills.
"Okay" I jump out of the car running to my room to change into something more comfortable. A baggy sweatshirt with sweatpants that are to big.

Illness and welfare robbed my adolescence

I look around the broken house that we've lived in for years. Barely being able to afford the house, our bakery the only thing keeping us on our feet, especially after him.

My friends probably hate me, can't answer a message

I was supposed to hangout with my friends today. But I responded to late, not caring that I missed out.

"I'm going to visit him. See ya later mom" I mumble and rush out the door putting my earbuds in once again.

"Okay be safe honey" the sadness in her voice very prominent. I walk the familiar path to visit like I always do.

"Hey Papa" I feel numb as I press my knees to the grass, and place my hand on his grave.

"I got anti-depressants today. Mamam thinks it'll be good for me. I just...wanna be with you"

"Mommy mommy! Ladybug!"

Filled with anxiety, always be hidin' me

I turn to see a little girl pointing at a ladybug doll on someone's grave. My heart calms down, she wasn't talking about me I'm okay.

Feelin' inadequate's always what's drivin' me

"Papa even though I am Ladybug. I'm never enough. I'm not her. She's a mask and I'm getting sick and tired of this." Tears escaping my eyes one by one.

"The bullying is getting worse, I try not to let it bother me but it does"

Just like that another akuma attack.

"I'll see you around Papa" I whisper, my hand slowly leaving his grave. I run to a hiding spot transforming into my alter ego.
Defeating the akuma with my partner, Chat Noir.

"Are you okay M'lady?"

"Yeah Chat" he can tell I'm not, reporters swarm us.

Not a role model, that's not what I strive to be

"Ladybug how does it feel to be the role model of paris!"

"Oh come on! I'm not a role model, that's not what I strive to be. Just to protect people" everyone was shocked at my answer, my earrings beep.