It was all one huge blur.

Marinette was in a lot of pain, but in the times she had therapy - it helped a lot.

It was almost as if her entire life was spent inside a hospital.

She couldn't remember much of the accident and she couldn't remember most of what had happened before the accident.

Doctors told her that she'd recover her memory soon enough, but the fact that she was alive was a miracle all in itself.

Regaining her lost memories proved to be a strenuous task ahead, but she wanted nothing more than to get her life back together.

Marinette remembered her family, in fact she couldn't get over how much her mom cried everytime she saw her struggle in physical therapy.

Marinette remembered what she wanted to be. The last thing she wanted was to push back her start date for school any longer. The pain in her back and right leg were the only things hindering her return.

A small smile stretched across her lips as she glanced out the hospital window. The sun was shining, the soft wind blew against the trees and Marinette swore she could hear the chirps of the birds in their nests.

She had been in the hospital for nine grueling months, she couldn't wait to finally go home and continue her life.

The young woman furrowed her brow, a small blush forming beneath her freckles.

Her parents told her the accident was bad. Despite her parents making it out barely scratched, Marinette was extremely unlucky and lucky at the same time. The accident was near fatal, and despite her being in a coma for six weeks, she managed to escape with her life. She couldn't have been more grateful.

She exhaled, griping on to the arm of her wheelchair as she stood up on weak, shaking legs.

A small smile of hope spread across her lips. As far as she was concerned, figuring her life out once more was just another exciting adventure to look forward to.

She had her parents, so she didn't have to do it alone. The fragments of her memory that she had left was enough to get her by and that was all that mattered.

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He made it a point to never look anyone in the face.

It didn't matter who it was.
His own family, strangers on the street, even his own friends, if he had any.
He hated his life.

He hated it so much. Adrien couldn't understand why he was put on this earth. It was the last thing he wanted.
Adrien never got along with his father. In fact since his mother died, all Adrien ever did was fight with him. It had gotten to the point where Adrien took the initiative to move out and move in with his Aunt Amélie.

Amélie wasn't as maternal as his mother used to be, but she certainly was more bearable than his father.
His cousin had moved away to London for college, and Adrien had jumped at the chance to move in for the extra space.

Adrien was grateful to his aunt. Sure, she wasn't like his mother, but she provided a roof over his head, food in his stomach and medical attention if he needed it.

Adrien had no plans for his life, but despite being away from his father, Gabriel still had massive control over what he did and what his schedule was like.

Adrien was never into fashion, especially in the way his father was but he couldn't help but to wonder if it was what his mother wanted for him.

He modeled for his father's brand, but most of the time Adrien was willing to be what his parents wanted him to be.
Adrien bit his lip, sitting on the edge of his bed as his green eyes glanced out the window.

His heart squeezed in his chest as he gripped the paper in his hands.

Adrien didn't want to do this. He genuinely didn't. The last thing he wanted to do was continue to follow schedule of what his father forced him to do, but Amélie threatened to kick him out if he didn't do something with his life.

But Adrien had no idea what he wanted to do. The only thing he was sure of was laying in bed and sleeping all day. That's all he wanted to do.

At this point Adrien was fine with sleeping under a bridge, but it didn't seem likely anytime soon.

His green eyes glanced down at the paper that lay between his fingers. He pressed his lips together, sighing as he placed it beside him.

"IFA Paris
International fashion academy."

A fashion school that Adrien had attended before.

It wasn't that bad now that he thought about it, but this circumstances were different.

Adrien couldn't be bothered to study, especially since it was something his father wanted him to do.
Adrien plopped against his bed, closing his eyes as he attempted to relax into his bedsheets with a grimace.

If it weren't because his living situation was at stake and because his mother attended that school as well, he wouldn't have bothered at all.
Sleeping all day sounded much too ideal. He just felt too lazy.

He rarely ate, never left his room, stayed in his bed most of the time and slept away his misery.

Adrien often avoided people, outdoor activities and social gatherings though at night he'd silently had crying spells.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but it wasn't as if he were able to explain why he was the way he was.
He just was.
Adrien couldn't understand it either.

The young male reached over, and gripped onto the sheet of paper that sat beside him.

He was officially enrolled and no matter how much he protested, it seemed as though he didn't have a choice.
"I guess traveling to America again sometime in the future wouldn't be so bad..." Adrien yawned, his voice trailing off as he mumbled to himself.
But he had a strange feeling that this year would be worse than the last.
And frankly, he just stopped giving a fuck.