Depression - Adrienette

Caught

Warning: Talk about depression and suicide

With a shaking hand, I held the razor to the skin on the inside of my right forearm. I took a deep breath-and I heard my door opening.

~Earlier that day~

?????'s POV

I walked into the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie and approached the woman with dark blue hair at the checkout counter. "Hello, may I help you?" The woman asked me.

"Hi. Are you Sabine, Marinette's mother?" I asked.

"Why, yes. Are you a classmate of hers?" Sabine replied.

I nodded then requested, "Can I please see Marinette? We have a project that we need to do together in science. It's due in a few days and I'm busy the next few days."

"Of course," Sabine replied. "She's upstairs in the attic room."

"Thanks!" I replied and quickly made my way up the stairs. I knocked on the door that led to Marinette's room but then heard a sound in the bathroom The was next to the stairs to Marinette's room. I walked to the door of the bathroom and glanced inside. What I saw was unbelievable. Marinette was holding a razor on her forearm.

~Marinette's POV~

I looked up in shock as a blonde-haired, green-eyed boy opened the door to the bathroom. I saw his eyes widen in shock as he stared at my eyes then the razor. "Marinette? What are you doing?" Adrien asked.

I stared at the razor and let go of it. I backed against the wall in tears as I stared in horror at the razor, saying, "I-I don't know..."

Adrien approached me slowly. "Are you okay Marinette?" I didn't reply, too busy sobbing to reply. After a moment, I felt Adrien wrap his arms around me and I cried into his shoulder.

After what felt like eternity, my tears slowed and I glanced up at him. "Th-thanks for doing this for me," I said, wiping some extra tears away.

"Of course. Do you want to talk about it?" Adrien asked, still not letting me go.

"S-sure," I replied. Adrien let me go and I led him to my room. Once we got in there, we sat on my chaise lounge.

"I dealt with something similar to this last year," Adrien said, rolling up his sleeves. I gasped as I saw scars like tick marks on both of his arms.

"C-can I touch them?" I asked and Adrien nodded. I lightly ran my fingers up Adrien's arm. I saw him shiver and retracted my fingers. "Are you okay with telling me what happened?" I requested.

"It all started when my mother disappeared last year. My father started working more than usual and he got stricter. I was almost always alone and I could feel myself getting depressed. Nothing made me happy anymore and I could feel myself losing the happy Adrien that could get through anything. I started digging my nails into my arm but that didn't help all that much. It didn't take too long before I took a knife from the kitchen and cut myself. I eventually pulled myself out of that funk when father agreed to let me join public school. That's pretty much it," Adrien explained.

"Wow," I said. "Did you tell anyone?" Adrien shook his head and we sat there silently for a little while. "Thanks for staying with me right now. I know that I am depressed but I'm not sure what to do about it."

"How did it start?"

"It started around the beginning of the school year. That's when Chloe started getting to me. I'm not sure what triggered it, but, suddenly, I was telling Alya I was busy and sitting in my room alone," I replied.

My parents popped into my room out of nowhere. "Marinette, your friend needs to leave," Mom said.

"Sorry, Adrien," I said.

"Eh, it's okay. Want to trade numbers?" He asked.

My mind went blank. The Adrien Agreste was asking me for my phone number? "Sure," I replied, noticing how I didn't stutter. Alya would be proud. We traded phones and entered our numbers. Then we handed them back and I walked Adrien out. We hugged awkwardly and then I waved as he drove off with his bodyguard. I went back inside, got ready for bed, and climbed up to my balcony.

I stared out at Paris when I heard my phone vibrate. I glanced over at my screen to see a new text from Adrien. Hey. Thanks for letting me talk. It really helped me.

No, thank you. I needed to hear that I'm not alone.

Anytime.

I heard my parents calling for me. Sorry, but my parents are calling. Good night Adrien.

Good night Marinette.

I held my phone against my chest and climbed into my room and onto my bed.