Broken Girl

Loneliness.

She may have had friends, but were they really her friends? They asked her to do things and that was it, they would say hello and the rare 'how are you?' but other than that they were just there. If they really were her friends wouldn't they try a little harder, wouldn't they realise how much they were asking of her? Does she even have friends?

Desperation.

All she wanted was someone to understand. To understand her point of view, but if they really did understand they would see how broken she really was. No one was supposed to see past the charade. No one was supposed to see beyond her smile.

Uncertainty.

She let down her guard with Damian, when he said those three words her mind slightly cracked. Who knew three simple words could cause such a reaction. 'Are you okay?' Marinette obviously didn't. Damian had this aura around him that screamed, 'I will protect you.' But her mind has lied to her before, why start trusting it now. She liked Damian, she genuinely did, but she was afraid if he ever got too close he would just break her heart like everyone else. The sad thing is though that they didn't even realise what they were doing in the first place.

All Marinette wanted to feel was some sort of acceptance and belonging, and oddly enough she felt that when she was around Damian. No one else could give her that type of closure. He was always there if she needed anything, it almost made her feel guilty.

Marinette stared at herself in front of the mirror. All she saw was a tool and burden. She couldn't see what everyone else said she was. She couldn't see the perfect girl everyone claimed she was. A single tear rolled down Marinette's face, nothing more. In her eyes she was nothing despite everything she had accomplished. It made her want to scream, it made her want to burst out sobbing, but nothing came out of her mouth. Her throat made no sound other than a small whimper. She closed her fists into tight balls, drawing blood from her bare skin. She raised her fist and punched the mirror. It made an audible crack, and small pieces fell down into the sink before her. She gripped the sink, so tightly it made her knuckles turn white. She didn't look down at her shaking hands, she just stared at her. Her reflection doing the same.
She felt something wet on her hand, she tried to resist the urge to look but she did it anyway. Red. Red was coming out of her hand, it poured down onto the floor leaving blood stains on the white tiles. 'What was she doing?' She made a quick impulse decision, that probably was one of the best decisions she has ever made in her life.

"Dami?"

"Hey Mari, is everything alright?"

"No, I-I I need your help, could you come over to the bakery?"

"Okay, I'll be there in five"

"Thank you Dami."

She hung up the phone and waited for Damian to arrive. She intensely stared at her hand, red blood still oozing out of the wound. She had done that to herself, maybe not on purpose but still she did it to herself nonetheless.
"Marinette, are you okay? You sounded really distressed on the phone." The soothing voice of Damian filled the room, a small wave of relief filled her. He eventually made it in her sight, she looked at her for a second before looking at her hand. Panic set into his brain. "Oh my, Mari are you okay? Come let me get you something for that." His eyes darted around frantically until he saw the bathroom, he raced inside to find any type of bandages. While he did find some he also found something a little more disturbing. A broken mirror with a hint of blood on some of the shards. He now understood what happened and dread washed through his entire body. He gulped before also noticing the blood on the floor, he hastily made his way out of the room and went to Marinette's bedroom.

He entered the room to find her where he exactly left her. She was still standing and hadn't moved an inch in the few minutes he left. He sat down on her chaise and patted the spot next to him for her to sit down on. She moved slowly but eventually sat next to him. "Mari what happened?" He needed to know, if his friend needed help he needed to help her.
"I don't know, I honestly don't know. I was just standing there, I saw so angry and then I punched the mirror, and next thing I know I'm calling you." She didn't make eye contact with him once or even glance in his direction; she just stared at the carpeted floor. He gently took her injured hand in his, trying his best not to hurt her. He carefully started to wrap the bandged around her knuckles, she let out a small wince. "I'm sorry." He apologized, he didn't want to hurt her but it seemed a little bit of pain couldn't be changed. "It's okay, I'm just glad you're here." Her voice was soft, it held a strong tone of thankfulness in it as well. For the first time since they sat down, she looked in his direction. She kept her eyes on him the rest of the time as he bandaged her up. The look of worry and concern in his eyes never falters.

For the next couple minutes they sat in silence, there was a sense of awkwardness in the air yet the silence was comfortable. Marinette was the one to break the silence. "Thank you Damian, for everything." She pushed her lips onto his cheek lightly before standing up. Damian was definitely shocked at the gesture and he couldn't help the small blush creep along his cheeks but if he wanted to do what he was thinking he needed to act fast. Before she could take another step, Damian grabbed her and pulled her towards him. He crashed his lips onto her's. He heard a small squeak come out of her mouth before melting into the kiss. Her lips were soft and held the smallest taste of strawberry to them. It was a feeling of bliss between the two and Damian was especially relieved when she didn't pull away. The both broke apart gasping for air, they leaned in, heads were now touching. They looked into each other's eyes, one held the shade of jade while the other held the shade of bluebell. "I'll always be here for you Marinette. No matter what." He said it in a low tone, making her shiver.
"Oh, just shut up already." Before he could continue Marinette grabbed the back of his neck and pulled it towards her until their lips met again.
Maybe at the end of the day, she might come out with a genuine smile.