Broken (Marichat)

Losing Hope

Marinettes's POV

What he said next, I knew he would say it but I still had a glimmer of hope that I was wrong.

"I'm sorry Marinette, I like someone else."

I felt my heart break into pieces. His face fell and I gave him a pained smile.

"It's ok.

That's when I started counting my lies, I never had to but now it's different. Lie one.

"I'm really-"

He went to grab my wrist with his one but I pulled away as quick as one could, as if his hands were on fire.

"It's fine Adrien, this never happened. I've got to get to class."

I straightened my posture and began my walk to the stairs towards the science room but when I saw the blonde turn his head away from me I ran past them and behind the nearest locker. He looked at the stairs in confusion and climbed them, deep in thought.

I watched him from behind the metal chambers, which stored piles of dust and books. Once he was out of my sight I slid against them and wrapped my hands around my knees. My head fell against the cream wall as I sobbed my eyes out, my heart broke with every tear that fell and my soul has never been in more pain.

I heard the bell ring and students began heading to class, so I grabbed my powder from my pastel pink purse and made it look like nothing ever happened, like I wasn't heartbroken.

When I reached the classroom I went to take my usual seat beside Alya and noticed a folded piece of paper on the chair, Chloe's daily reminder of how much she hates me.

Worthless? ✔
Annoying? ✔
Useless? ✔
Disappointment? ✔
Pathetic? ✔
Remind me, why are you still alive Maribrat?

I would usually repeat our routine. I would roll my eyes, briefly glare at Chloe and throwing away the note.
So I roll my eyes, briefly glare at the blonde, but this time I don't throw it.
Why? I don't know.

I turn to Alya and she whispers to me,

"What happened?"

I whisper back to her the third lie of the day, "I didn't tell him."

She looks at me and rubs her eyes with exhaustion and frustration. I just give her an innocent smile and she chuckles at my expression.

"You're a piece of work Mari, you know that?"

I nod at her and turn back towards my bag to take out my chemistry books. My smile falls and my eyes darken, sadness overcomes me and I struggle not to let it show.

Adrien's POV

I saw Marinette run towards those lockers, I was going to follow her but I didn't think I should. I mean, I just rejected her feelings towards me and even though I've been rejected by my lady before, an official rejection? That is different.

I'm scared, she's my best friend and I don't want to lose her. I don't want her to be hostile towards me like she was when I first joined the school. What if she gets akumatized? I don't want that either. If that does happen though, I'll fix it. I promise I'll do anything to make things normal again.

When she entered the classroom you wouldn't be able to figure out what happened before class. Her expression was pure and her eyes shined with joy. I saw her pick up the note and do what she always does, except this time she didn't throw it away.

I need to keep a close eye on her until she's out of dangers way and safe from Hawkmoth's clutches.

Maybe it's time for the annoying Cat to pay his Princess a visit.

Marinette's POV

The final bell rang and students began to file the halls of the school. I was beyond ready to cuddle with my pillow and cry until I couldn't feel anything anymore, until I couldn't feel the pain of heartbreak.

I was so glad my parents went to visit my Grandmother in China, they left last night and thankfully I don't have to worry about them hearing my ugly sobs the second I step foot inside the house.

I saw Adrien turn around to talk to me so I grabbed my bag and hurried out of the classroom but the teacher stopped me. I looked up at her and she she gave me a glum smile, I wasn't in trouble, was I?

"Marinette could you please stay back? I would like to talk to you about something important."

Adrien and everyone left without another word. Alya pointed her fingers down and towards the entrance of the school and I nodded. She was telling me they'll wait for me outside.

"Sit down please."

I nodded and sat in front of the teachers desk.

"What is it Miss?"

"I've got news Marinette, I don't know how to break it to you, I wish I didn't have to."

I looked at her and stood up from my seat in worry.

"Yes?"

"Your parents' plane crashed, no one survived. Marinette I want you to know we're there for you and-"

I didn't listen after that, my mind switched to autopilot and I ran as fast as the wind could take me. Down the stairs, past the gang and home.

I dove into the mattress of my bed and cried into my pillow. I don't know for how long, maybe it was for three, for five or even for ten. I just cried until I couldn't anymore.

I felt too numb to understand what I was doing and my eyesight reached the razor blade on my bathroom sink and even though I never put it against my skin, never let it graze even it's surface I always craved it and before I knew it I fulfilled that urge.

It was different than all the hits I took from supervillains or the emotional pain I felt earlier that day but the cool blade against my skin made me cling onto the sink in pain.

I placed my bloody arm under the tap and the warm water fell upon my fresh wound, I winced as my arm looked somewhat normal again. I brought the bottle of alcohol to my arm and poured it onto a cloth.

I breathed in and roughly placed the cloth against my arm. My jaw locked and my eyes closed in pain, beads of sweat trickled down my forehead and I put the bottle into the cupboard above my head.

The pain felt strange, self inflicted pain feels different, I don't know is it a good different or a bad one but I didn't care. I could see Tikki looking at me sadly from the corner of my eye so I closed the bathroom door momentarily to change into my pyjamas.

I looked into the mirror and said the words I've been told earlier today, words I think I'm beginning to believe. I've tried not to believe them, I've tried so hard but I give up because if someone tells you something long enough. Lie or not, you begin to believe their words.

"It's time to face reality. I'm worthless, useless, annoying and pathetic."

I barely changed before I heard a knock on the door to my balcony.
This could mean two things.
One, An Akuma is after me.
Or Two, My Alley Cat came to visit me.