Hey everyone! I will be updating every two weeks (I hope) and if I update sooner, then count that as your update for the two-week timespan. This next chapter is very deep, and I was channeling some serious emotions towards the end, so be warned. I was internally crying writing this. Love ya!

Marinette's POV:

"OHMIGOD! Alya! Adrien asked me to be HIS GIRLFRIEND!" I shrieked, as my best friend winced, covering her ears.

"I know you're excited and all, but I need my eardrums." She replied. "Now chill girl, we can figure out your dress when we get to your place."

We had been walking home and had to stop every 10 feet because I'd have another meltdown about the date I had later. I just can't believe he asked me! I didn't even realize he knew my name. Now, we're going on a date heck-knows-where. I kept fantasizing about the date on the way home(A/N: Not in that way, you sinners!) and didn't even notice when I walked right past the bakery door.

"Uh, Mari...?" Alya called out. I whirled around to see her hand on the door, pointing at it, as if to say, 'You do live here, don't you?' I laughed as she opened it for me to walk through.

"Hi Maman! Hi Papa!" I called as we walked up the stairs to my room. Once we got there, I officially freaked out.

"ALYA! What should I wear?! Should I buy something from Adrien's dad's line, so he knows I care about high-class fashion, or should I wear everything designer, or should I make something? But that might say 'Look at poor Marinette! She can't afford anything, so she makes it herself!' OR-" I was cut off by Alya's laughter.

"Girl, you ARE a designer! Everything you make is even BETTER than any other out there! I know Adrien loves Ladybug and Chat Noir, so maybe you could make an outfit in their theme!" I blushed and thanked her profusely for the idea, ripping out my sketchpad and sketching a dress. Alya went on her phone and pulled up the Ladyblog, showing me Ladybug's suit. Internally, I was laughing hysterically, trying not to let it show. Out of anyone, I know what the suit is like! But I pretended to use it, making notations, drawings, measurements, before shouting "DONE!"

Alya hurried over to me, yanking the sketchpad out of my hands as she stared in awe. "Mari... it's amazing!" She cried.

"Thanks Al-" I replied, but was cut off by her phone ringing.

"Yeah, Mom?" Alya answered. "Ugh, fine!" My ombré haired friend hung up, explaining the situation to me. "Apparently, Mom has to work late so I have to babysit my younger siblings. But good luck on the dress!" She ducked through the trapdoor and down the stairs as I walked over to my closet, but all of my clothes in it are in the before-stage, known to everyone else as fabric and sewing equipment. I began by cutting circles out of the black fabric strip while Tikki helped get my mannequin get set up. I got so caught up in my work, it startled me when a large shrieking noise, not unlike a howling dog, shook the house.

"Tikki! Spots on!" I cried. As Ladybug, I hopped out into the wind, hoping that whatever akuma was created would be simple and easy to defeat, after all, I have a DATE! I hopped from building to building, noticing the people writhing on the ground, shaking and spasming, while others would attempt to wake them from this state. It was almost like a seizure, except the occasional shriek coming from the semi-conscious people. Whenever one let out a banshee screech, everyone was forced to cover their ears to save themselves from the feeling of their skull throbbing. Definitely NOT an easy akuma.

When I arrived, Chat was on the akuma. It looked similar to Guitar Villain, but instead of a guitar, this villain possessed two very large loudspeakers on his wrists, shooting out beams of what looked like sound at random civilians and Chat Noir.

"Get off me, you mangy cat!" It sung in a very off-key parody of 'Roar'. Whenever it sung, it seemed to get more power. "I am Tuneless! I will never be called quiet or off-key again! And I will not let CHLOE take my spot in the school musical!" Great. Another akuma caused by Chloe.

"I wish you were a soprano. Then you could have left on a high note and not gotten akumatized!" The black cat joked before he was flung off the villain.

"Where is the akuma?!" I shouted to him.

"In her sheet music! It's in her pocket." He replied. I tried to jump at her, but she threw a tire my way. "Hey!" Chat shouted. "Your singing is just as bad as that tire! You're both flat!

The akuma and I both groaned at the pun. "What?" He asked. "REFRAIN from making these bad puns? Of CHORUS I won't."

"Let's cut this short, shouldn't we?" I asked before screaming my signature phrase. "LUCKY CHARM!" A pair of microphones landed in my hand, a black one and a red one.

"What do we do with this?!" I questioned as my voice echoed back to me out of Tuneless' speakers, causing her to shake her head in discomfort.

"Sing, I believe..." Chat answered, looking me in the eyes as he claimed the black microphone.

"But I don't sing!" I exclaimed, exasperated.

"I know you're very MEWsical, M'lady, just loosen up! And if you can't hit the high C's (aka seas) I'll take you sailing!"

I groaned. "Singing won't fix anything, Chat. I blame Disney movies for making you believe that."

"What's a Disney movie?" He asked inquisitively. I stared into his curious green eyes, as if to say 'You're kidding, right?!' but he just stared back, completely questioning what I was talking about.

"Stop by my friend Marinette's sometime soon. She LOVES them, she even has a collection!" I could have sworn I saw a smirk dash across his face before he started singing to the karaoke soundtrack coming from the akuma.

"There's a fire, starting in my heart," He began

"Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark!" I joined irritably.

"Finally, I can see you crystal clear," We harmonized, as he began to walk around me.

"Go ahead and sell me out, and I'll lay your ship bare," I laughed as the akuma fell to the side, joining him as we began to dance again.

"See how I'll leave with every piece of you," I slyly slid around Chat as he attempted to reach around me and hug me from behind. As I looked over, the hurt people began to wake up.

"Don't underestimate the things that I will do," He whipped around me and pulled me into a hug, a move I definitely wasn't expecting. I giggled as I pushed him away.

"There's a fire starting in my heart," I put a little too much into my hips as I started to dance, apparently, because Chat had stopped singing, mouth agape, watching me work what I had.

"Reaching a fever pitch, and it's bringing me out the dark," I snapped my fingers in front of his face, bringing him out of whatever coma I had put him in.

"The scars of your love remind me of us," He took over, sitting me down on the ledge of the building as he sung to me.

"They keep me thinking that we almost had it all," Chat swirled my arm around me, before intertwining his fingers with mine.

"The scars of your love, they leave me breathless," He kissed my hand as he finished the line, a blush crossing my face.

"I can't help feeling," I joined him softly, echoing his voice to give depth to the song.

"We could have had it all!" I stood up to sing, my voice blasting across town, the key change leaving my partner in awe.

"Rolling in the deep,"

"You had my heart inside of your hand," He joined me, holding my hand that didn't contain a microphone.

"And you played it to the beat..." He leaned in, our faces getting closer and closer, the singing fading away. He dropped the mic and out of the corner of my eye, I watched it roll away. His hand gently cupped my chin as I leaned in, closing the distance between us. His lips were so soft and nice, I could have sworn they were familiar. But I had kissed him before, unknown to him. Dark Cupid... ADRIEN!

I yanked away, Chat's eyes smiling, his face completely awestruck. I ducked out of his arms, one was pressed against the ledge next to me, the other wrapped around my neck. I quickly swung over to the akuma, de-evilized it, and threw my microphone into the air.

"MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!" I shouted. Chat walked over to me, but before he could reach me, I ran off. I can't deal with him now. My forever crush just asked me out, I said yes, and then I go kiss Chat Noir! Why is my life so screwed over? I can't hurt either of them. I love them both too much. So I ran. I ran across the rooftops until I reached home, where I immediately got a call from Alya to rant about the latest akuma attack, her squealing about how LadyNoir is meant to be.

"I mean, it's literally fact. They are Yin and Yang. Yin and Yang can try to find others, but they will always make it back to each other. If one dies, so will the other. If one suffers, so do both. I wonder what that's like, ya know? Mari?" I couldn't even. We're not destined to be! Adrien likes me now, and I can't let that go! I don't want to suffer, I don't want Chat or Adrien to suffer, I just want it to be over.

"I can't deal with this right now, Alya!" I answered snarkily. "I'm busy with this dress for dumb ol' Adrien, KAY? So do me a favor and leave. Me. ALONE." I heard Alya gasp from the other end before I hung up.

Sometimes, I wonder if continuing this path life makes me take is really worth it. How easy it would be to just end it all... No more drama... No more Adrien... No more Chat... No more family, Alya, Nino... No more Chloe... And no more Ladybug...

But Paris would fall to Hawkmoth without me. I can't. The lives of millions in Paris are worth more than the depression of one puny little girl. One. That's all I am. I am nothing but a martyr for these people, a shield, a wall to protect them from themselves. Anger, that's all it is. Protecting people from anger. But... If I just ended it all, what anger would be left? None. No one cares about me enough to be angry or sad. Just Ladybug. If Ladybug was gone, then it would be tragic.

Marinette's gone. Oh no, she's gone. Now, we're over it. She was no one special, anyways... Tears began to well in my eyes as I reached for my sewing kit. Pulling out the thickest needle I could find, I heard Tikki cry, "Mari... Please."

I turned away, stabbing my arm and drawing a horizontal line across it, cutting into my skin. Another one below it, and another, and another... Soon, my wrists were dripping blood. Tikki hurried to get band-aids, but I held her down.

"No..." I whispered. "I don't want it. I don't need it. I don't need anyone." No one needs me... I thought the last bit to myself as the blood ran onto my sheets. Ever since I started attacking myself, I had taken the opportunity to blame my period for the bloody mess around my room and my bed. I moaned in moderate discomfort as my arm began to sting, the needle still stuck in my arm. I pulled it out and threw it at the partially complete dress I had made, lodging itself in the chest of my mannequin.

Chat's POV:

I don't think she even realized my existence as I sat, perched on her neighbor's roof, watching through the glass double-doors that opened to her balcony. Why, Marinette? Am I that bad? She had always been shy, and occasionally a little depressed, but I never expected this. Is Chat Noir too much?

Chat Noir is me. Adrien is the real mask, not my miraculous. She hurt herself because of Chat Noir. She loves the mask. Not me. I don't know if I can do this anymore, play these games, mess with these feelings. So, I went to the most emotionless place on the planet. Home.

THE END. 

A/N:

Sad, right? I was actually self-harming at a point in my life when there was nothing but drama, so I basically used my memories to write Mari towards the end. I would hurt myself in a similar way to her, but I got over that after a while. This is not meant to be picking on any depressed and/or suicidal people out there. I can relate, and this chapter was actually really hard to write for me, because it brought back a lot of memories which I've tried so hard to forget. I'm not any of that anymore, though. I found a support system and got what I needed. Now, I'm really perky and happy and no longer depressed and occasionally suicidal. If I was dead, what would you people do for story updates? XD