Miraculous One-Shots That Are Basically Just Pilots That Can Have A Bigger Story

Slipping Away

*Trigger Warning*- Cutting and suicide

Marinette could not understand this feeling, or lack of feeling as that describes it better. It was like she'd never felt anything before. Nothing mattered and neither did she.

"Honestly Marinette, I feel like we aren't friends anymore." She could hear Alya say through the phone. "You aren't the person I met six years ago. You have changed and I don't think it's for the better. Maybe we just are not meant to be friends anymore."

"Well, if you feel that way," Marinette said in a monotone voice, "then you shouldn't feel obligated to deal with me anymore. Goodbye Alya, I wish you the best. Maybe we'll meet each other again on the other side."

"Wait, wha-" Alya was cut off by Marinette hanging up the phone.

Marinette stood up, looking around her apartment. She had moved in last year after her last year of school. She had applied to Universities, but she was wait-listed or denied everywhere.

"Marinette, are you going to be okay?" The small voice of her small kwami. Tikki had always been a voice of reason for her when necessary, but right now, that's not what she needed.

"I will be. For now though, Tikki, I order you to not speak to me." She knew how powerful those words were. The kwamis were meant to obey their holders.

She walked out of her room, past the kitchen, where she grabbed a small paring knife, and into the bathroom. Marinette looked at the large bathtub, and slowly moved over to turn it on, allowing it to fill up.

She grabbed her phone and typed in the number she knew by heart. It only rang three times until he picked up.

"Hello Marinette." Came the voice of one of her best friends, Adrien Agreste.

"Hello Adrien." Marinette said, her voice still monotone. "I just called to say goodbye. I didn't think I should go without saying everything."

"Marinette? What are you talking about?" His voice was clear, it eased her tense shoulders quite a bit. It was like a symphony.

"I wanted to tell you that ever since you gave me that umbrella when we were thirteen, I have loved you. I tried telling you so many times, but I couldn't. I knew though, that I couldn't leave without telling you how happy you have made me. Thank you Adrien. Goodbye." She immediately hung up, not wanting to hear what he would inevitably say.

Marinette set down her phone and began to undress. She noticed that the water was ready, and stopped the faucet. The water was cold, but it felt right in this situation. She took the pairing knife and placed it in the middle of her wrist, pressing it deep into her skin, and running it all the way down her forearm, following suit with her other arm.

This was it. Marinette took a shallow breath and her head went underwater. She knew this would cause the water to spill over into the tile, but it didn't matter anymore. As she slowly lost oxygen she let everything slip away from her. Her pain, her hopes, dreams, agony. She let every trait slip away as she too slipped away. Until Ladybug and Marinette were no longer there. She was gone.

Everything was black. She wasn't sure what she expected. A bright light? Heaven? Hell? Nothingness for eternity? What was going to happen?

Soon, something began to happen. A small red light started to grow in size until it was a blinding blood red. Standing in front of her were multiple women in Ladybug suits. Each one unique, different, and special in it's own way.

"Who are you?" Marinette asked quietly.

"We are past Ladybugs who have committed suicide, just like you. You shouldn't be here, Marinette. You weren't supposed to come here. What happened?" One of the Ladybugs spoke for the collective group.

"I felt like I wasn't living my own story anymore. You would rarely find me as Marinette, because I didn't want to be her. I was living Ladybug's life, not Marinette's. It was as if neither should exist, I didn't want either of them to exist."

"You came too soon. Your journey is not complete. We must send you back." The Ladybug in front of her looked down and grabbed the hands of two of her companions. Soon, all of the Ladybugs were holding hands and speaking softly.

Marinette felt herself leaving this place she was in. Her soul drifted from the dark endless room with her fellow Ladybugs in it, still speaking softly. Soon, she heard a different voice. It was soft and sad. She wanted to console the owner of this voice as it grew louder. She could hear her name now. It was spoken between sobs. Soon, she was once again in her own body. Breathing.