Under Heaven (Miraculous Ladybug)

Chapter 28: Richelle Agreste

  This chapter is from Richelle Agrestes point of view when she was alive <3

I cradled my child close to my body. He was such a sweet little baby and I couldn't imagine life without him. Luckily he never seemed to wake in the night begging for attention so it made being Ladybug easy for me. And Gabriel didn't even notice the empty space in the bed at night. Adrien, my baby, peeled open his eyes and looked up at me. He smiled and gave a giggle. I grinned down at my beautiful creation. I love him. He was one of the few things I love. It was a shame that Gabriel was the father to my child, I'm not sure if I love him anymore. And I don't think he loves me. If he did, then why does he hit me? Why does he make me feel worthless?  I stood up from the chair I was in and went to go put Adrien in his crib. He closed his eyes as I set him down. I gave him one last smile and left his room. I'd spent almost all day in there. I skipped both lunch and supper in order to be next to my son.

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        Time skip

Adrien is 9 now. He's so old. And so much time has passed. So much time and even with all this time I'm still being repeatedly hit. Last night was the worst. Not only did I have to deal with something vey disturbing as Ladybug, but Gabriel noticed my absence. I am unable to leave my room due to my black eye, fresh cut on my cheek and bruises covering my arms, my legs, my torso. I am in pain. Both mentally and physically. I can still see Gabriel raise his arm to strike me, I still see the crazed gaze of that person whom I encountered as Ladybug. And I still remember Chat Noirs bloodcurdling scream as the knife was dragged across both of his legs.

"Are you ok Richelle?" Asked Tikki.

The little red kwami was one of the two saving graces in my life. Her and my son were all I had.

"No I'm not." I said.

Tikki curled up on my shoulder. I wept silently. What was I still doing here? I've been abused for years and for what? To be married to a wealthy business man who doesn't give a fuck about me or our son? A man who finally noticed his wife's absence and then beat her half to death? And not to mention how everyone knows he cheating on me with the mayors wife. Penelope Bourgeois. Truly, it would be very easy for him to screw her. Her daughter was friends with Adrien so her and her husband were here often. Luckily, he banged her a while ago and she's currently divorcing the mayor. She's divorcing him due to the fact that she met a even richer man from Brazil who insists that Penelope marry him. It's all quite the scandal, and I don't care about it. There is not much I care about, and not much people care about me.

"Tikki, how long until this is over?" I asked.

"Depends on you Richelle. You have the power to change your situation. Or you could wait until someone else makes the change."

Tikkis words rung through my head. It's true, I can change this if I want to. Of course, the way I want to change it would involve leaving Adrien with Gabriel. I want Adrien to be with me but it would be cruel and insane to take the life of my child along with mine. So maybe I'll just take mine. While it may seem a little extensive and dramatic of me to kill myself over how my husband treats me and how disturbed I am over the person from last night, I don't see another way. I could try to heal, to move on, but I don't think I ever will. Nothing will get rid of the scars left by other people. Nothing can fix my broken mind.

"Tikki, go find Chat Noir and tell him Ladybug is dead." Richelle said.

Tikki flew in front of Richelle and looked at her.

"Please Richelle," said Tikki.

"I don't see a point anymore. I'm too old for Ladybug, I'm too broken to be a hero and I'm too broken to still be around."

After Tikki had left, I got up and went into the washroom. I went into the drug cabinet and pulled out bottles of pills. I swallowed one after the other.  Drinking them down with water and tears that occasionally slipped into my mouth. I was ready to move on. I was ready to let go.