Depression - Adrienette

Caught Again

Warning: Depression and details of suicide mentioned.

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A few weeks later...

I walked into class and sat down, huddling deep into my sweatshirt. "Marinette, at least take off your hood today," Mrs. Bustier said. I silently complained but did as I was told. 

"Marinette, girl, are you okay?" Alya asked, leaning in to look at my face.

I gave her a small smile, saying, "Yeah. Just tired is all."

"If you say so." Alya replied, sounding like she was suspicious of something as she turned back to the lesson Mrs. Bustier was teaching.

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The next day...

I woke up, excited for a split second about today. Adrien's returning! I thought with excitement. That is, I was excited before I saw the reason why I wore the sweatshirt in the first place. There were numerous cuts all down my arms, caused by the razor in the bathroom. I don't think my parents suspected anything since I cleaned up all of the blood and made sure my arms were always covered at all times.

Then, my promise to Adrien rang in my head. Just promise to be safe while I'm gone. As I stared at my forearms in the mirror, my eyes widened. Adrien isn't going to want to be my friend anymore. Since I broke my promise, he's going to ignore me. I'm going to lose the only person that knows about my situation. That thought almost drove me to make another cut, but I didn't let myself do it. 

I can do it. I can keep myself from cutting for the rest of the day. I chanted that to myself as I checked my phone. Nothing. I sighed and put it down. I had checked every day for a text from Adrien but I never got one. Not one since he left. I shook away the worry that he was ignoring me by getting ready quickly. I ended up wearing a dress with a sweater over it to cover my arms. Then, I grabbed a croissant and left for school.

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All throughout the day, I hadn't seen hide nor hair of Adrien Agreste. I heard Chloe boasting about how he had been texting her all throughout his little trip and I could feel my heart break a little. Why has he texted her and not me? I walked home with that thought and couldn't take it anymore. I wanted my life to be over with. I grabbed my phone and texted someone one of my favorite songs.

(The song is "Don't Forget Me" from a show called Smash)

With that task done, I put my phone down on my desk and walked down to the bathroom. I closed the door, locking it, and started the bath.

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???'s POV

I was riding home from the store where I had just gotten a new phone and heard it ding. I fished my new phone out of my pocket and saw a text from Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the person I was just planning to text. I opened it and saw a song. I plugged in earbuds and listened, closing my eyes. As soon as it got to the third verse, my eyes shot open and I leaned forward. I know what this song means. It means she... I stopped that thought as I practically yelled at the driver to go to the Dupain-Cheng bakery. He replied with a grunt and started heading down the familiar path I had traveled on a few times before.

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As soon as we pulled up in front of the bakery, I was out of the car and into the bakery. The usually sweet smell of baked goods seemed threatening as I imagined what might be happening upstairs. "Hi, I'm here to see Marinette," I said, stopping at the cash register.

"Oh, hi," Sabine said and motioned upstairs. "She's right-"

"Okay, thank you," I replied and blew past the woman, seeing her eyes widen slightly.

As I ran up the stairs, I heard water running. No, I thought. What if I'm too late? I tried wiggling the door handle, but it wouldn't budge. I ran down the staircase, back to the bakery. "Do you have a key for the bathroom? The door seems to have gotten stuck," I asked, seeing Tom approach, wiping his hands. 

"Why, yes, it's right here," Tom said, procuring a key from his pocket.

"Thanks," I said, quickly grabbing the key and running back up the stairs, barely noticing that the sound of rushing water had vanished. I unlocked the doors to the bathroom and stepped in, seeing a scene that I had seen before: Marinette with a razor to her forearm.

Hey, guys! Just wanted to let you know that I am working on the next (and possibly last) chapter of the story. Thanks!