The Girl they Never Knew ON HOLD

Chapter 4: Change

Change. It is inevitable really. Things are always constantly changing around us. With every second we are older, every experience we are wiser, and every word read we are maturer. Nothing ever stays the same. Not really. It either changes of good or bad. Change was something that some people welcome with open arms, while some want to go back in time and pray things would always stay the same.

Change was something Marinette had experienced oh so much. She had been through it all. Love, loss, joy, sadness, revenge, betrayal, hurt, hope, life, death and most of all pain. Pain comes in many disguises, many forms, many causes. Pain so scarring it made her just want to scream. Pain that made her want to grab change by the shoulders, shake it and beg for her life back. For her freedom back. For herself back.

Change can be so small you never notice it, it can be so drastic your entire world turns upside down in a matter if moments. Or it can start of small and snowball into something so big, by the time you realise, it's too late. From the moment that little black box appeared on her table back in Paris, her life changed much in a mere 5 minutes, one act of kindness throwing her into this mess she often calls her life. Thrown into a life that slowly suffocated her day by day, thrown so fast into it by the time she realised what she was in it was far to late to save herself. Her strength was dwindling, the last few embers in the fire were fading, the last few rays of sunlight being covered by the clouds. Her life slowly went downhill, starting with the death of her dear father, Emperor Felix.

Death. She had seen it. She had welcomed it. She constantly saved other people from it. Death was so normal in her life she played it like a game. A game so deadly yet played so regularly it wasn't even a game anymore. It was part of her lifestyle. Marinette mocked Death really. What was the point, when it couldn't even keep them dead? She had lost count on how many times her miraculous cure had brought people back, but the event was still as traumatising as ever. All the things she's seen, no soldier could ever match up to it. Her loved ones, her family, all dead on the ground or missing or didn't even remember her. And who had to bear the brunt of it? Her. She was the one who selflessly repaired everything. Days, weeks of fighting to regain peace, and once she did it was only a matter of days or even hours before it started again. She erased the memories so that no one would remember them and get akumatised. That was the last thing she needed. More chaos. More pain. More death. In way, she thought, pain was worse then death. A lot worse. Death always seemed to calm and peaceful to her, while pain, you had to be alive to feel it. Feel the agonising pain grab at you from all directions. Haunting you, clawing at you, screaming for you, scratching its way to get to you, all while your heart feels like its being torn out of your chest. Pain that makes you want to kill yourself. Pain that makes you wish you were never born to begin with. Pain that made you want to grab it by the shoulders and shake it and shout, plead, beg for it to stop.

Stop.

STOP

STOP

just stop, please.

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Hey guys! Sorry it took a while to update, I have been spending most of my time on other things and school takes up a lot of it. I don't really know what drove me to write this chapter tho, unconscious author writing ? Idk. This chapter was kinda small compared to others but I feel that it was necessary to have a breather chapter, which also showed a glimpse of her mental health. Hope you enjoyed! Vote, comment, share and stay safe! ❤