Night watcher, I am Chloe Bourgeois! || Miraculous Ladybug

5: Siblings

. . . . . . Exactly what is wrong with all the people here?

I lay down on my sofa and went deep into my thoughts.

After some time.

𝘒𝘯𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬. A knock was heard.

Is it John Lon again?

"Come in!"

The door opened and the person knocking entered. It was Zoe.

She stayed right next to the door and spoke, "Um, sorry. I came because I heard that you have woken up. And, uh, I came to meet you."

She smiled, but something about her expression made me think she was a little scared of me, which was not surprising considering the kind of behaviour I had towards her all this time.

"Why are you there?"

"What!?" she startled. "I, uh, I came to ask how you are? Are you ok now?"

For a moment, Silence settled over the room.

Just until yesterday I used to hate her. That too, for not many reasons, but there were some reasonable ones.

—Flashback—

"Chloe, the day after tomorrow, your half-sister is coming to Paris," said Daddy, and my eyebrows frowned.

"Ridiculous, I never know I even had a sister!?"

"You have, her name is Zoe Lee. She is coming from New York. Be prepared."

"This is ridiculous! I was never informed that I even have one and now out of nowhere you're telling me that I have a who knows from where half sister!!? Seriously daddy!!!? This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!!"

I stormed out of his office and went to my room in anger, slamming the door open.

"Did something happen, madam?" Asked John Wonny after being startled by my sudden entry.

"Get. Out."

". . . As you wish, madam."

And he left.

I threw myself onto the bed and clutched a light pink pillow.

I felt betrayed.

Forget about Mom, but why did Daddy never tell me anything about this?

Everything was fine till morning. I never knew the existence of a who-knows-from-where half-sister. I was the only child of this family. The one and only.

I buried my face in the pillow.

. . . Will Mom love her more? Will she actually be worthy of her love? What if she is? Then what about me? What will happen to me? Will Mom love me after she comes? Will she remember her name while still continuing to forget mine?

What should I do?

I was restless for a long time. But then I made up my mind to treat her like a family member too.

I convinced myself that she is also someone who can be worthy to stay by my family's side. She can be my mom's daughter as well!

Even though she already is. It is our dads who are different.

On the day she was supposed to come, I never expected, but I was kind of excited to meet her.

When she entered through the front door, I did everything that I thought would do the best for her like telling her that Daddy will do everything for us. Well, the words were not quite the same but my motto was.

I did try to show my care as much as I could but in the end, maybe, just maybe, I actually just hated her existence.

It hadn't been long that people have started to become good friends with her. She was especially good friends with that Dupain-Cheng. She casually became good friends with the people that I hated the most.

Mom was also talking to her more than she had ever talked to me. Even if most of her talks were about how horrendous she looked and stuff but even that was a luxury for me.

A kind of luxury that I can't have 'cuz the thought of her looking at me with the eyes of disgust was too much. I can't handle that. Even if I craved for a longer conversation with her.

Without even realising it I found that I have finally lost the potential family I once was excited for arrival.

At one point, I outright despised her — probably just as much as Dupain-Cheng.

At least for some time, yes.

But that stone-built view showed cracks on the day of the film shooting when I was akumatised as Queen Banana.

That day she hugged me and said, "You may hate me, but I love you, and I always will, even if the whole world hates you, sister."

Those words were somehow what I needed the most. That night I cried while burying my head in the pillow. Matter of fact, I didn't exactly know why I was crying.

I thought that it was because the film was ruined or because she had something that Mom gave only her.

But maybe, just maybe, it was because somewhere inside I did think of her as a real sister. A sister that I needed but I never realised.

—Flashback ends—

"Why are you there at the door?" I asked.

"Uh, I mean, f n't you once said to never come near your room? And yet I'm here — But I was about to go, don't worry!! Ah, maybe I should go —"

"Come inside."

"Huh?"

"What? Don't have ears? I said come inside."

"Ah, ok."

I was always wrong. Wrong about everything.

You may not know but my whole life revolved around pleasing Mom.

"Now tell me why you are really here?"

"I told you I came to ask if you're ok," this time she said that with a little more confidence.

"Humf! That's utterly ridiculous. Do you really think that I, Chloe Bourgeois, will not be ok?" I guestured in pride.

A soft smile made it's way on her face as she said, "looks like I was worried for nothing. Then, I should get going now."

"You just wasted your time coming here,"  I wasn't rude, nor was I soft with my words.

She nodded with her smile and left.

It's not that I want to be sisters with her all of a sudden now that I have my memories back.

That would be too much for both her and me.

I still hate her. . . probably a lot less but once feelings can't change overnight! I also need time to change. And to change my surroundings.

Everything happened way too fast and it's all very hard to process.

All this information and collision of my memories. . .

Seriously, my head is getting very heavy.