Emma's P.O.V.
Calming down, I made my way to class before the bell rang. I felt so bad for leaving him there like that, but I had no control over my actions at that point. "Hey Josephine!" A voice rang out as I sat down. It was Samantha. "What is it, Samantha?" My voice was weak and shy. "Still have the nerve to be that forward with me, brat?" I felt a hand collide with the left side of my face.
My cheek stung, but I never said a word. "Get up!" She demanded. Standing slowly, I kept my gaze focused on the floor. "Look at me you little brat." Samantha growled. Looking up at her, I lost all will to stay in this wretched world. "Got nothing to say?" She grabbed my hair and slammed my head into a desk, repeating this action a few times.
With each slam against the desk, I gave up hope of my future. I gave up my will to live. "Say something before I throw you out the window!" She screamed in my face. Staying silent, I gave up trying. I'm sorry, mother and father. I thought as she threw me into a nearby wall. She stomped over to me, white hot rage in her eyes. Sending a kick to my ribs, she was finally satisfied when a soft crack of a few of my ribs could be heard.
She walked back to her seat, her face showing happiness and pride that she had just broken a few of my ribs. Standing slowly, I walked over to my desk and grabbed my bag. I quickly ran out of the room just as people began to walk in. Running past Alex, I began to run faster despite the searing pain in my chest. My heart ached and my ribs were killing my along with my head.
Hearing heavy and fast footsteps behind me, I picked up my pace, my feet carrying me as fast as they could. I ran home, not caring what Tom and Sabine would say. I ran up to my room, still hearing the heavy footsteps behind me. I closed and locked the trapdoor that led up to my room. Dropping my bags, I ran into the bathroom, my emotions letting go all at once. I began to sob uncontrollably.
Looking around with blurry eyes, I noticed a razor sitting on the counter from my shower last night. I fought myself for as long as I could. Taking a hold of the razor, I put it against my wrist, about to make the first, and hopefully the last, cut. Hearing a loud crash, I threw the razor down in shock as Chat stood in my bathroom with a look of pure fear in his eyes.
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The Hidden Princess
FanfictionCOMPLETED Marinette and Adrien's little girl is the target for an assassination attempt. With quick thinking and action, their only child is sent to France to stay with her grandparents Tom and Sabine. Will Emma make it back alive or will the assass...
