one shots

OnE sHoT 9

I looked at my reflection on the window, coldly. My life has been a mess lately. Ever since my meds haven't been as strong as they were. I was in class, well my body was my mind was elsewhere. 

"Marinette!" A cold sharp voice yelled, snapping me back to the disappointing real world. I looked at Madame Mendeleev, the source of the voice. 

"Yes" I replied, my voice colder then the Antarctic, I looked at her with emotionless eyes. She blinked in shock at the tone of my voice. 

"Class is over, you can go home" She said her voice in an surprisingly low whisper. She seemed scared. I packed my things and left, slowly. I got home and took my meds. I sighed deeply and went to bed.

Next day

I was in class, again. Lila was lying through her teeth again, something about how she was abused when she was younger. Everyone took sympathy on her, I didn't. I know what its like, to be abused by someone who was supposed to love you. My biological parents hated me, they were angry with me all the time. They beat me, they committed unspeakable crimes on and towards me. I never spoke about it because it was hard. No one who was ever abused spoke about it easily but here Lila was smiling as she told Adrien that her dad punched her once, apparently. Yeah well my parents beat me on a daily basis, they scared me, they tortured me, they locked me in a basement and let strangers ,of the streets, pay them to sleep with me. They are the ones to thank for the mental problems, for the constant  therapy, for the meds and the slight alcohol and drug problem. I felt my eye twitch and I leaned back in my seat. I groan audibly, everyone looked at me, they looked angry. Something that wasn't new. 

"That's a bit rude Mari" Sabrina said first, I rolled my eyes. 

"Yeah, well it would be rude, if she was telling the truth" I reply. Alya sighed in desperation.

"Girl, seriously. Just cause Lila has been know to lie, doesn't mean that she is now" Alya said, giving Lila an apologetic smile. 

"Well, it's just. I knew someone who was being abused. And he never told anyone about it" I tell them, I was talking about  someone I loved very dearly. 

"Then how did you know he was being abused?" Alya asked, I looked at the floor.

"We found out in his suicide note, next to her body. In his room, where he hung himself" I say, memories of that moments flashed through my mind. 

I was the one that found his body, handing from the wooden support beams in his room. I was the one that found the note, and the anklet. A small gold chain with a heart locket that was snug around my small ankle. 

The room went silent as a gentle tear rolled down my cheek. 

"Who was he? And how did you know him" Rose asked, I looked up at her. 

"His name was Gabriel. And he was my bestfriend" I replied, I hate at to admit it but I lied. He wasn't my bestfriend. He was my boyfriend. 

He didn't tell me he was being beaten by his aunt, in all fairness I didn't tell him about my parents abusing me. I slyly reached down to my ankle and removed it, I brought it to my lap and opened the locket. Inside was a picture of us. I  was at the front he was behind me holding my waist, kissing my cheek.

"Mari, I'm. I'm sorry" Lila ended breaking the heart breaking silence. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my PTSD acting up, the memories going through my head, giving me a headache. 

I sigh clutching the locket, I look at the floor. He was the reason why I didn't end my life, and in the end he took his own life. It broke me. With that I ran away and moved to Paris were I got adopted by Tom and Sabine. But that's a whole new story for another time.

To be continued