Police officers swarmed around Marinette, and she felt incredibly crowded. She was sandwiched between two steel chairs, a tall red-haired woman sitting left of her. It was rather strange, seeing a young girl in pigtails being surrounded by strict uniformed men and women. She felt awkward, and a bit out of place, but that was honestly the least of her worries.
Marinette's breath hitched as she sat outside Roger's office. She bent her head forward, and felt the weight of distress hanging on her like a giant boulder. She fiddled with her fingers, trying to distract herself.
She's dead.
She's dead.
She's dead.
Marinette's heart felt hollow and dry. A sandstorm was brewing in her throat, her eyes were burning from tiredness and crying too much. Her lips were covered with crevices and dry whiteness.
"What am I supposed to do now?" Marinette breathed raspily, her words barely audible.
Her father was an option, that was for sure, but where was he? The police themselves can't seem to find an answer.
Was it really just this afternoon that mom was scolding me for not coming home on time? Was it this morning that they casually left for their romantic afternoon walk?
Marinette felt loneliness wash over her.
Her thoughts tracked back to a few nights back, when she was waiting for Chat Noir to strike at a nearby museum. The annoying cat fell asleep, and she was left to wait for an ambush for several hours. Then, that very same morning, when Nino befriended new boy Adrien Agreste, a strangely brooding and fish-out-of-water boy. Her mind continued to wander. She didn't make it home on time for many days, sometimes midnight, sometimes early morning.
She pressed her eyes closed and black filled her vision. Images of her mother flashed through her mind, of Sabine Dupain-Cheng. She was loving, that was for sure, and had a kind soul. Despite her husband failing at his dream of starting a bakery in Paris, she still supported him and stood by his side no matter what. Marinette admired her mother, always working at home, never forgetting to give her a kiss on the forehead before she left for school, never hesitating when someone was in danger.
When Marinette opened her eyes again, she noticed her hands were shaking violently. She knitted her lips together, feeling a bit uncomfortable. She touched her earrings gently, and rubbed her fingers over them, as if it was a way to give her luck. She then pulled them off, cupping the jewellery in her palm.
I don't...I don't think Mom would want Ladybug right now...
She shoved the pair of earrings in her coat pocket.
"Marinette?"
A rough male voice broke her thoughts.
"Y-yes, that's me," Marinette swallowed, looking up to see the hefty police officer.
"Miss Dupain-Cheng..." Roger started gruffly. "It's going to be one long afternoon for you."
"We have a lot to discuss."
~~~
-Marinette's Diary-
To: 𝑀𝓪𝓻𝑖𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮
From: Sabine Dupain-Cheng
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My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I will be documenting my life in these pages. Whoever takes the time to read it, I might not be able to completely fill this book with every single day. My deepest darkest secrets will be buried in this book, which is why I have locked it with a key that only I hold. Maybe one day, someone will find it. Or I might give my key to them.
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