Status: COMPLETED (14/06/2020) "Mama...I wish you were still here." Mari said while looking at the lonesome gravestone. "Mama, help me. I'm tired." The rain ran down her cheeks and mixed in with her tears as she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Mari, I'm here for you..." A certain blonde said reassuringly behind the broken bluenette. ***This is an AU so there are no heroes, no kwamis. However, I can tell you that they make an appearance in the book at the end.*** ~~~ ⚠️ WARNING: PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING ON ⚠️ This story will have references to suicide and depression. It will contain self harm and abuse also. If you are sensitive to these topics I suggest you carry on searching for another story :) If you are still here, I hope you enjoy the story!

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE FIRST BOOK 'TIRED' PLEASE READ THAT FIRST BEFORE READING THIS ONE AS THE STORY WILL CONTINUE IN THIS SEQUEL STATUS: ONGOING Marinette's phone dinged, notifying her that something was to be checked. However, when she looked she saw that it was only an email - probably junk. So she left to check it later. LATER THAT DAY Her phone dinged and illuminated her screen. Using her free hand to pick it up, she saw that it was an email again. She was about to click on it but didn't as she wanted this day to be as relaxing as possible and the only way to do that is to avoid any type of work. THE NEXT DAY Something caught her eye. It was an email. The same email she thought was junk. The same email that was sent twice. It was from the P**** P***** D*********. And she did not have a good feeling about it either. ***This is an AU so there are no heroes, no kwamis.*** ~~~ ⚠️ WARNING: PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING ON ⚠️ This story will have references to suicide and depression. It will contain self harm and abuse also. If you are sensitive to these topics I suggest you carry on searching for another story :) If you are still here, I hope you enjoy the story!