~I'm Sorry~{Discontinued}

Where have you Been?

Time skip: It has been a month since Marinette and Adrien be came Ladybug and Chat Noir. Adrien still worries for Marinette, but had already developed a crush for Ladybug. Tikki is aware of Marinette's cuts and her past with Adrien and is helping Mari to not think about it. Alya is also aware of the cuts and helps Mari from cutting again. Adrien still tries to reach out to Mari........yet she always pushes him away.

Marinette POV
I sat in class next to Alya, tired as ever. Last night, Chat Noir and I(disguised as Ladybug, clearly) fought the Akuma named Broadway. Broadway was a man who wanted to be an actor and direct plays, but was rejected multiple times. It took us nearly an hour to defeat him, plus an extra 10 minutes of me and Chat having a conversation about why we shouldn't know the others identity. I decide when I get home I'll write him a letter about why we can't know.........after I shower, obviously.

I want him to know it's me......but he'd never be satisfied with the person behind the mask.

After School
When I get home, I set my backpack on the couch and run up to my room. My mom is already up there, dusting my desk. I walk over to her and plant a quick kiss on her cheek.

"Hey mom, I'm gonna go shower." She turns and gives me a thumbs up.

"Your papa should be back in about an hour. He went to the store for icing but saw they somehow don't have any!" I giggled a little and it made my mom smile. "Oh, towels are in the closet." I give her a quick thumbs up before going downstairs.

After undressing and putting my towel on the sink, I get in the shower. The warm water hits my skin gently, yet my cuts still burn. I turn on some loud Jagged Stone songs so Mama can't hear my sobs of pain. I always cry in the showers, but because of my music, no one ever knows. I grab the soap bar and rub it against my skin, cleansing it. Suds start to cover my skin, but after a while the warm water washes them down my legs and onto the floor of the shower where it goes down the drain.

I end my shower with a quick hair wash before I rinse my body and hair. My body immediately feels cold as I step out, but warms up again as I grab my towel and start wrapping it around me. My feet touch the bare floor as I close the bathroom door so I can dry myself off.

My cuts aren't covered right now. The towel isn't wide enough to cover both my arms and my chest unless I want my legs and.......certain area to be seen. My feet touch the cold surface of the ground as I walk to my stairs. I hear pots being scrubbed from the kitchen so I know Mama is in there. Immediately, I quietly run up the stairs until I'm in my room. I walk over to my drawers and grab a pair of underwear and a bra. I put both of them on and then I grab my pj shorts. The soft fabric feels like fur against my legs. Turning towards my mirror, I grab a hair band and put my hair in a bun.

For some reason.....I am unable to find my pj shirt. Where did I put it? I starch my head in confusion. I turn around looking for it on the floor when I hear a gasp.

Oh shit. God please no. It's my Mama. She saw the cuts as I turned. She knows.

"Marinette what are those?! Did you do it to yourself?!" I could tell she was both angry and scared. My hands began to shake. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. My mama begins to slowly get closer to me, eyes oink back and fourth between my cuts and my eyes. I hear the front door open and hear Papa walk in, but I don't feel like going downstairs. Finally I find my voice.

"N-n-not all of them." I mumble. My Mama runs her hands through her hair, clearly stressed.

"Marinette, I came up here to give you this," she held up my pj shirt. "I washed it for you. Now put it on.....and then come downstairs." Mama sighs before she tosses me the shirt, which I catch. Then she turns and walks downstairs.
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I hear Mama talking to Papa in a hushed tone as I walk down the stairs. I walk into the living room when my Mama notices me. She points to the chair and snaps, signaling me to sit there.