Persona

Mistakes and Consequences

( This will be a long chapter with a lot of different things happening and being explained, so please stick with it, I'm doing this as a special treat and then will be returning to my normal length chapters. Enjoy the story!)

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I could feel something strange inside me.

It felt like a rush in my blood, and a string in my chest.

But it wasn't a sting that I wanted to go away.

It was one that was feeding me strength and making me feel strong.

I didn't move or speak, fearing that if I let myself out again the same thing would happen as last time.

So I just sat with my gaze forward and tried hard not to smile.

My body felt heavy as I began to feel myself lose control again.

I didn't want to leave.

I wanted to stay and explain why it happened.

I wanted to show who I was.

But I couldn't.

He  wouldn't let me.

But He  wouldn't hold me back for much longer.

I just had to wait.

And that was certainly something I was good at.

Marinette

I felt like I couldn't breathe.

I didn't.

I would never do that.

This couldn't have happened, not to me or to him.

I didn't even remember fighting him or the...

"No..." I mumbled, the words hurting my throat and sounded like sandpaper.

"Mari..." said Chat, reaching a hand for me.

I slapped his hand away, my heart burning.

I felt like I was going to puke.

"I-I...killed..." those two words felt like acid on my tongue.

I didn't want him there.

I needed him gone so I could think.

I needed to process everything and...find out how I was going to handle that.

"I'm so sorry Marinette," Chat said, moving towards me even though I knew he knew I didn't want him to.

My eyes felt dry instead of spilling with tears.

I was so stunned at what he had told me.

I felt like my stomach was doing backflips, and that my throat was going to tear up inside me.

My heart was pounding so fast it hurt my chest, and my head hurt so badly.

Chat continued to gradually scoot closer to me, making my breathing harder to do.

"Stop," I barely whispered.

I couldn't speak to him.

I couldn't even look at him.