Marinettes Point of View

"Since there was an akuma yesterday, I forgive you for not meeting me behind school, but you'll have to go back after school."

"Deal." I replied. The bell rang and I started walked to class.

I wore a black long sleeved shirt, black pants, and a black headband. I didn't carry my purse anymore. My hair was down.

Something grabbed my arm and pulled me to a corner of the school. I had to fight to keep the tears of pain in.

I looked at the thing that had grabbed me, Alya. "What is going on?!" She asked me.

I looked at her, my face lacking all emotion. "Why should you care?"

"Because you're my friend!" She exclaimed.

"No," I had to stop her from troubling herself with me. "I'm not, not anymore." It was true, I didn't consider her my friend ever since I found out that I was the thing she felt sorry for and dragged me along. Chloe was the closest thing i had to a friend now. I flipped my hair at Alya and walked into class.

"Marinette!" Chloe called me over to her. "Sabrina, go sit by Alya today." Sabrina obediently went over to my old desk as I slid into her old seat. "Only to make sure that you remember to meet me." Chloe said, obviously mentioning the behind school beating. She obviously enjoyed it.

Alyas Point of View

I came into class, more weirded out than ever over Marinette. I thought she was my best friend. Sabrina and Marinette had switched places, and now Marinette was happily socializing with Chloe. What had happened to her?

Marinettes Point of View

-Time skip to when she's going home-

I was limping towards my bakery. My chest and leg hurt terribly, but it wasn't enough. The pain didn't feel good enough. I needed to pay for all of the hurt I felt today, and this was the only way. I entered the bakery and carefully made my way up the stairs. I sat down in my chair, reached into my pants pocket, and pulled out my knife. I started to press it on my scarred skin.

Chat Noirs Point of View

Today was the day I was visiting my Princess. Alya has gotten me more worried than ever with her telling me of Marinettes actions this morning. I had to figure out what was wrong with her.

I shot over to Marinettes bakery and peered into her window. What I saw horrified me.

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My princess had blood coating her arms and she was making more by sliding a small knife against her arm. What was most shocking was her expression. She was smiling and looked at peace.

"Princess, no!" I yelled as I forced my way through her locked window and knocked the knife she was holding out of her hand. It clattered to the floor. Marinette looked at me, mad.

"What did you do that for?!" She calmed down after she said that. "And why are you here?"

"I came because your friend Alya told me that she was worried about you." I got the somewhat lie out of the way before I got into the more serious stuff. "And what were you doing that for? I did the good thing and stopped you from continuing."

She sighed, then started walking towards the bathroom, where she ran water over her arms, the blood washing down the drain.

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Summary: Chat knocked her knife away and now Marinette is cleaning her self-inflicted wounds.

"Why I did it is personal, and you didn't do the good thing, I was being the good guy there!" I felt shocked at the words that had just left her mouth.

"You were not being the good guy, you shouldn't ever do that to yourself!" I felt my voice rising.

"I was being the good guy!" She was shouting too now. She pulled out some bandages and wrapped her arms as she spoke. "I'm a burden, no one wants me around, I don't mean anything to anyone, they'd all probably celebrate if I killed myself!"

I couldn't say anything. My mouth was hanging open. I waited a few seconds before I could speak. "You mean something to me."

She looked at me, eyes slanting even more. This was not the reaction I'd expected. "You probably say that to everyone." She scoffed and tied up the ends of her bandages, putting the materials back it the cabinet, then closing it and walking out.

"No, I don't." This really was my first time. "You're special."

She scoffed again and walked past me, sitting on her chaise. "Sure, I'm special." She said sarcastically. "Whatever you say to me, I can almost guarantee that you've said to everyone else."

"No, you're the first." She shook her head. "Need proof?"

"Sure." She shook her head in disbelief.

I quickly stepped forward and pressed my lips to hers. She didn't pull away, or even move. She probably was as shocked as I was by my movements.

After a few seconds I pulled away. "See, you're special." I looked her in the eyes, they were wide. "You just stole my first kiss." Well, the first one you're aware of counts as your first, right? I jumped up and out of her window. Before I left, I turned around and said, "Hey, Princess? Don't hurt yourself anymore." With that I left.

Hey! I had THE WORST homework day ever! I didn't have any homework till 6th period, then, BAM! Three hours worth of homework. The teacher said that since we had Monday off, we'd miss science and needed something to do. Bleh! I got it all done when I got home. Thank goodness because now I have the whole 3 day weekend to relax.

RFF: All apes laugh when they are tickled.

Do humans count as apes? Because when we get tickled, we always laugh (as long as it's on our tickle spot). I don't have a specific tickle spot. I'm ticklish all over. Do you have a tickle spot? And if you do, where?

Just something to think about. But I wouldn't mind a comment. 😉

Love ya guys! 🦄

-E