Loosing Control
649 Words
Marinettes Point of View
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The pain washed over me like a wave. I had the strong urge to get up and push Chloe away, to stop her from the almost unbearable pain that I got all over my body from every kick I got against my side, but I stayed on the ground as horrid thoughts crossed my mind.
I am worthless.
I only burden my friends.
Nobody likes me.
I should just go die.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Yes, I deserved this. I asked Chloe to do what she is doing. I don't like myself. I want to go away. Chloe was being my friend in a twisted way.
Throughout all of the pain spread over me, I felt a smile start to come to my face. I could easily distract myself from these horrible thoughts through the pain erupting all over me.
Then it stopped.
The almost smile vanished from my mind as I saw none other than Chat Noir standing in front of me, blocking me from Chloe. I widened my eyes in surprise.
"Ch-chat Noir! What are y-you doing here?" I heard Chloe say. I heard something in her voice that I hadn't heard before, fear. She was usually so strong and confident, even in the face of danger. I guess it's different when you are being the bad guy to your hero.
Chat didn't even look at her, his eyes had trailed down to me, filled with complete concern. "You okay, Princess?" He asked.
No, I am not okay, I don't think I'll ever be okay again. I need your help, please.
"Go away." I coldly said, narrowing my eyes, my voice saying something completely different from what I was thinking.
He didn't say anything. I was about to repeat what I had said when he scooped me up till he was holding me bridal style and shot away using his baton. I squirmed around again but stopped as I looked over his shoulder to Chloe and Sabrina looking at me and Chat with their mouths open. I don't think I'll ever get used to them showing any vulnerable emotions.
I pushed him the moment he let me down on the roof of my house. "What did you do that for?" I was at peace for one second before he had to come and ruin it.
His expression changed to one of pure shock. "They were hurting you, Pri-"
"Don't call me that!" I heard myself yell. "I am not a princess! I am not your Princess either! Maybe you should keep yourself out of other peoples affairs because maybe you only make them worse!" What was I saying? Could I not control my own voice or actions anymore? I felt tears collect at my eyes. I shouldn't yell at him like that, he didn't deserve it.
"P-Marinette," he corrected himself. I felt my heart crack. I secretly loved that nickname, and now that he wasn't using it, it made me wish it was there. I guess you never know what you have until you loose it. "you're not okay," No I am not, "so I will stay with you tonight to help you get better." Oh no, he was troubling himself with me. I'm not worth his worry.
"Go away!" I shouted, trying to protect him from me. I felt the tears that were forming earlier start to fall "Go before I make things worse." I thought mainly to myself. I realized that I had said that aloud and felt my insides go cold.
"Princess..." he came closer. I felt a little better by the use of his little nickname for me. He reached out and pressed me to his body, hugging me. I felt something wet on my shoulder, then figured out that he was crying. "It's going to be fine, you're going to be alright."
No, no I'm not.
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