⚠⚠⚠ (!!Warning!! Suicide, abuse, self-harm, swearing and slight anorexia are mentioned throughout this chapter and I advise sensitive readers to be cautious reading ahead.) ⚠⚠⚠

Lots of love Abs xx

Ladybug

She may be her but the girl under the spotted mask is a total different one to the one swinging from roof to roof. She's the one that protects Paris from evil or tries to at least. She's been in this line of work for nearly 5 years now and can't imagine life without her alter ego yet she can't help but wish she never had to see all of Paris tumble down, cracking like Humpty Dumpty, none of the kings horses or men were able to put him back together again and neither can anyone for the heroine.

She's loved and lost, she's trusted and been betrayed, she's succeeded every time yet she can't help but feel she's failed.

The negative emotions are creeping in and the evil, she can't help but find peace in it. What if she just, just let go for once and maybe, just maybe everything will be alright once again? The blood, their screams, all the destruction, the trauma and being shell shocked haunts her every night. The whispers never seem to leave, taunting her none stop making sure she doesn't deserve the oxygen she breaths.

Her guard constantly up, her walls never falling, her sixth sense activated 24/7. Can she just let one go? Can she sit on the side lines like every other normal person and watch others save them? But that's the exact problem, she's not normal. She never was and never will be, it was crystal clear from day one.

Marinette

The girl had been through thick and thin, from moving across the world just to keep her and her family safe. She's lost her guardians and is left hopeless without any guidance. Where can she go now? Is there even a place for her to go and call home? Can she not be beaten up by her ex friends and a megalomaniac that won't stop till he gets his hand a pair of spotted earrings and a single ring that's Millions and Millions of years old? Like old man, stop killing these kids! Your twice their age, have more power by default and would frigging start a third world war to stop these kids saving the world and preventing you from making a reality shifting wish!

She's numb, she can't feel, no emotions, no pain, no nothing. Everything's an act, a façade of her true self, she could practically be classified as an oasis. Can she finally surrender? Can't she just let her feelings out without dealing with the consequences? Can she just let out the voices and screams that taunt her till there's nothing left? Why can't she be a normal human being that feels all the emotions and doesn't need to fight for her survival and constantly be on the run. Can she be a 16 year old girl starting college and on her way to achieving her dreams of becoming a designer?

Adrien/Chat Noir

You can easily sum him up in two words: Spineless coward. Why, you say?

He has no sense of personal space. He's delusional and stubborn in his own pervert way. He's a spoiled brat who when things don't go the way he wants, will have a full on temper tantrum till he gets it. He'll love you to bits yet he'll tell you to take the high road and abuses you both physically and mentally. If you made it clear you were in love with someone else and turned down his dates and love confessions he'd stop fulfilling his job, again being a spoiled brat.

He's oblivious and has a thick head. He really believes just because his father is rich and all he can get away with anything. Just because he was the ex Black cat hero doesn't mean he has the privilege of disrespecting the citizens who he's meant to protect and defend with all his life.

He's meant to be selfless and confident but not too cocky. Own up to his mistakes and not make up a fake cover story. Don't toy with ones feelings and accept what fate has in store instead of changing reality like his fathers tries to do.

Alya Cesaire

A wannabe journalist that can't even fact check people's statements. An ex hero of illusion who left her best friend for a toxic one. Finds pleasure in abusing the one who changed her life. Lost devoted followers and the support of a heroine.

Is blind to the truth. Thinks that a certain someone bullies for the sake of her own selfish desires to win her crushes heart. A diplomats daughter is more important than a girl who lost her two baker parents. Doesn't even sympathize for their death.

Believes she's always right and her blog is the most reliable source out there. Justice will always prevail. Majestia who?

"Lila this, Lila that."

"Stop being a bully!"

"Just give up already!"

"Why don't you do us all a favour and get lost?!"

"You Sl***."

"Bit**."

"Ho*."

I bet you work with Hawkmoth, you've never been akumitised."

"Leave her alone!"

"So patheic."

"I don't know why we were ever friends!"

Master Fu

The man had full faith in the heroine he selected and even started her training to be the next Guardian. She was special. She was perfect. All the signs showed the same, positive outcome. He may have been nearly 200 years old but fought to his last breath. He sought out many struggles in his lifetime on earth.

He's watching her slowly die without anyone's comfort. From where he watches up above, her little figure is finished. He only wishes he'd done more. None of this was meant to happen. Soon enough he'll meet her and so will everyone else.

All previous holders watching helplessly as she fights her own shadows. All wanting to break free and help her escape her prison. They just have to watch from up above as she loses the battle despite being the strongest yet youngest of them all.

Lie-la Rossi

She doesn't deserve these precious lines and words to be wasted on her. She doesn't need to be described. She's done more damage than needed and wanted. She can just, get lost.

Wayne's

She means everything to them. She was the rainbow during the rainy days. She was the epitome of happiness. They're unaware of her dead emotions. They're unaware that she's flying to meet them. They don't hear her shattering screams and desperate cries. They don't know how much she's changed. Has she changed at all?

No one under that roof is normal. I swear there has to be something dodgy with their animals. Everyone with traumatic backstories. No one alone. Everyone is loved... but are they all really?

*****

The flight may have been 10 hours long and extremely boring for everyone on it but it wasn't for one. The bluenette sat peacefully and felt herself but wasn't able to go to her full extent, she wasn't out of the woods just yet. A few announcements were made indulging the passengers on the time in America and how long they had left, around an hour, all depended on air traffic they said.

The food had just been cleared away and Marinette... well all she had was a bottle of water and took the dessert for Tikki, the starter for Plagg and the sugar packet from the tea tray for Kaalki.

She wasn't in the mood for eating and neither was she hungry, if she was going to be brutally honest she was insecure and stopped eating; ate around 3 to 5 meals a week in total with some coffee and water once a day. No matter how many times her body fought against it she pushed through and even lost some weight.

She may be way skinner than before and avoided tight clothing, she didn't need the class bullying her because of that too but would they even notice her unhealthy appearance despite her amazing clothing combinations.

Then a thought came to mind as the ending credits played on the movie she was watching, no one ever noticed her cuts raked along her arms or the hundreds of bruises she had on her pale skin. No one ever noticed her mental state, no one noticed her full plate of food, no one noticed her getting neglected by her class.

No one noticed her lack of emotions and odd behaviour. No one noticed her. However she was coming home, the word in her dictionary didn't have a meaning nor did it have a place in her vocabulary. She was born and raised here and still had the accent, who knew how easy it would be to fake a believable French accent?

Wherever she went, her hair and eyes were immediately recognised as well as the aura she had brought along with her, being a billionaires daughter really didn't help the matter. She would be noticed and news would spread quick of her sudden return after her abrupt absent. Everyone's eyes would be on her, would they notice?

They all cared at one point but do they still?

Her father is the worlds best detective, he'd be sure to know as soon as he saw her state face to face, nothing hiding by an electronic device. Her family were all vigilantes and recognised a traumatised person when they saw one, how well can she act? She can't continue to lie, she'd be no better than Lila. Who said she'd be lying? She wasn't going to be a bother to them anymore, she wasn't going to be a nuisance wasting precious oxygen.

She was brought out of her stupor hearing a slight ding, the seatbelt sign. She had been in her own thoughts for so long they were landing now. The landing was bumpy but smooth overall, Lila lied again saying she once sat in the cockpit while her aunt flew the plane. The picture she showed seemed quite genuine, even to Marinette, the picture was her in some weird winter clothing and posing with her aunt who wore Pilot uniform, maybe her aunt really was a pilot?

They all one by one took out their hand baggage and left the plane chatting away, all excited to be out of Paris, most had never been to America before so it was a first for them all besides Adrien who modelled all over and said Lila because of her many travels with her mother.

Outside the airplane she took in a long breath, inhaling the polluted air she missed very much, it wasn't as clean as Paris' but she much more preferred Gotham's oxygen, it felt right to be breathing for once.

Walking at the back of her class going through several security checks and finally at baggage claim, she felt hundreds of eyes on her.

Was she that recognisable? Did she not change? Was it her weight? Her clothing? Her dull eyes that lacked her once permanent spark? Was it- Her panicking was interrupted by a familiar cry

"M-Marinette stole m-my luggage." Crocodile tears began to fall down her tan skin as she clutched to her best friends hips who was consoling the girl.

"How could you Marinette! Give it back!"

The budding journalist shouted her name which caught everyone's attention, some stopping and others continuing on but ears still opened to hear the classes interaction.

"What did it look like gurl?" everyone's eyes shifted between the three girls waiting for one to talk,

"Wh-white and gold." Her tears flowed and she sniffled and was given a tissue by a short, pink figure.

Marinette ignored her class and watched as everyone followed her movements to the conveyer belt, picked up her black suitcase and turned back to the class and bystanders watching.

"This is mine, I even put a name tag on it to prevent something like theft."

Her voice was monotone and seemed to shock the bystanders, she wore no smile and her aura was no longer the cheery one but a dangerous and powerful one, different to the ones of the superhero's in Gotham.

Said teen's eyes stop at a luggage near the lost property, everyone else followed.

"It seems your suitcase has legs Rossi."

Ever since the class left her, she never addressed them by their first name but their last, showed no affection and from her knowledge was used during business, she was forced to be around them because of her education; practically the same in her definition.

The room was quiet a little longer before it went back to its busy self, some pulling out phones, some whispering and others minding their own business, her class walking away with Lila's bag. This was bound to be a productive trip, a very attention seeking one at that.

Her class left her alone as they walked to Pick up & Drop off, her eyes were studying her surroundings.

The French class come out all happy and chatting away as a lone girl walked behind them wearing a mix of dark and light colours, bags under her eyes, standing as if she's on enemy territory. Her head is lifted from her feet, nothing but darkness is apparent, her eyes study the room and catching a certain group of men a small spark ignited and tears began pouring out instantly, no matter how many times she suppressed them in recent years she let them fall.

She covers her mouth with her red jumper while crouching on the ground catching everyone's attention, some pulling out phones and whispering. The tears stilled as she rose trying to straighten her knee length jumper. It had been years since she had seen those faces without a screen separating them.

A smile was apparent, a smile Parisians hadn't seen in years, shocking the class and earning gasps from said classmates. Her voice was hoarse and wobbly, barely over a whisper but the pin drop silence made it easy to comprehend.

"Hey."

Two boys standing in the group she stared at went wide eyed, jaws dropping before jolting towards the Petite girl engulfing her in a hug not taking note of her wincing due to their blurry eyes and happiness.

The trio fall on the cold floor laughing and crying, they stayed in this position till the oldest of them pulled them up yet they all stayed hugging off the ground. The boys crying had stopped yet the bluenette had silent tears trying to sniffle them away but when escaping their embrace, was met with the face of her father.

"Papa." her voice more quiet than a whisper, the bystanders watching the scene unfold too were confused but kept their distance. She crashed herself against his chest wrapping her arms around him crying and mumbling incoherent words into his shirt, the hug was returned.

"Shut up."

A voice behind them was heard, he stared at the girl incredulously abandoning his paper coffee cup on the service counter before embracing the girl that stood before him with open arms. The embrace was long and warm, it had been so long she had felt comfort like this, she missed it so much and wish she wouldn't leave.

The girl became a stuttering mess just like the girl she was all those years ago, "Gosh, I- I missed you all so, so much." but before she could unwrap her arms she opened her eyes and looked at her class who were sending deadly glares her way, her pupils widened and instead of stuttering and finishing her heartfelt sentence all that came out was a simple

"Sh**".