Downfall to Upfall to Breakdown

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   -*Your POV*-

         Why did that BEEYOTCH always have to ruin everything?
Adrien was YOURS. He wasn't Chloe's anymore. He chose you over her! Chloe stood there with her hands on her hips, Sabrina right behind her, as a crowd of people you knew came piling in.
"What do you think you're doing, Y/n? I thought we had a little chat about this." Chloe beckoned you to come closer, and you stood up. Adrien grabbed your wrist but you looked down at him with determination sparkling in your eyes. "Trust me." You mouthed.
Having Adrien had made you feel like someone other than your own flesh and blood cared about you. And no one was going to take that away.
You walked slowly towards Chloe.
"You know, Chloe, I find it kind of strange how you say that he's yours when he kissed me." You folded your arms across your chest. You watched as Chloe's face turned beet red.
        "Adrien would never kiss anyone behind my back. He's in love with me, right Adrien? You're still my boyfriend who loves me unconditionally, right Adriekins?" She asked, looking pointedly at Adrien who suddenly put his arm on your shoulder, shocking you a little bit.
        "Actually Chloe, no." You felt Adrien's breath on your cheek.
"What?"
  "I mean no, as in I don't love you."
Chloe snorted in disbelief and you felt like punching her right then in there. "You're actually picking this low life loser? She's from Italy. Everyone online hates her. Even here everyone hates her."
      "I don't hate her." Adrien and Marinette said at the same time, Marinette stepping out of the crowd and wrapping her arm around your shoulders.
      "I don't either," Alya and Niño came over too and soon everyone beside Chloe was standing behind you.
         "You're outnumbered Chloe. What you gonna do now?" Marinette asked slyly. Chloe smirked.
        "This." She muttered and before you knew it, she grabbed you by the arms and swung you into the lockers. You heard your head bang against the lockers, and white hot pain came pulsing through your veins.
      You fell to the floor, ringing in your ears. "Y/n?" Out of the corner of your squinted eyes you could make out Adrien's eyes and Marinette's hair, and someone punching Chloe in the background.
        "W-what?" You asked before everything turned black.

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    -*Your POV*-

        You woke up multiple hours later in someone's room. It looked so familiar... I'm in Adrien's room, You didn't exactly remember what happened. It was all hazy...
     As you sat up, Adrien walked into the room carrying one of your bags, not one of your school ones.
     "Where did you get that?" You asked, touching your head and touching bandage instead of skin. Adrien gently pulled your hand away, his eyes telling you not to touch it.
     "I called your mom and asked if you could spend the night," Adrien replied, pulling out your set of purple leggings and your gray top with a blue poodle on it PJ set.
      "Adrien," you whispered as he put your PJs on the bed next to his. He raised his eyes to look into yours. "what happened? What's going on? Why do I have a bandage on my head? How long have I been out? Where's my phone? Where's my mom?" The questions kept spitting out until Adrien put a finger to your lips.
       You concentrated on his hair. His gorgeous blonde poufy hair... Another persons hair popped into your brain but you shooed it away.
      "Chloe knocked you out in the locker room and the principle rushed in after Alya ran to get him. Your mom wasn't answering the phone so Mr. Damocles asked if anyone else could take you and I volunteered. You were at the doctors for a while and they bandaged your wounds. Not too serious, just a big cut," Adrien's eyes begged you to look at him but you refused. "you weren't out for long, just a couple of hours. Your phone is somewhere around here. And I don't know where your mom is. Like I said, she didn't answer the phone."
      Adrien answered each one of your questions in order, but you still felt a heap of worry. "My mom always answers the phone, Adrien, something's wrong! This is serious! And I need my phone, I need to see what Chloe's saying about me now! Adrien!" You tried to get off the bed but Adrien held onto you firmly.
       "Let go! I need to know where my mom is! I need my phone! LET GO OF ME!" Tears formed in your eyes as you struggled.
      "Y/n, calm down. Everything's fine. Your mom is fine." Adrien tried to reassure you, but you kept fighting.
       "I need her! I need my phone! LET GO OF ME!" Tears were streaming down your cheeks now. This isn't okay, this isn't fine! Nothing is fine, my life is over! Everyone will hate me even more now, my mom is gone, and my phone isn't here. Luna Moon will surely die out too, I'm already too deep in depression. Fighting won't help anymore, I might as well just give in. I honestly don't even care anymore... Your limbs went loose and you sobbed into Adrien's chest as he hugged you tight.
       "Shh. It's okay." His soothing voice broke through the murky waters of your depression thoughts.
       "No it's not. I'm not okay, Adrien," you sobbed harder.
"Y/n, look at me," Adrien pushed back and you were forced to lift your tear soaked face to meet his. "you are stronger than you ever know, I promise you. I understand. But you need to hold onto the little hope you have left okay? Do it for me. If I lost you..." Adrien shook his head and waited for a reply.
        "I promise." You whispered and went back to sobbing.

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   Why is this dripping in depression? This hasn't turned out the way I wanted it to, but don't worry! I'll grab the wheel and shift gears, it will get happier. Also, I bet you're wondering about Luna Moon and Cat Noir? *wiggles eyebrows*
   They're in the next chapter.
Also, I need to know if you want to fall more in love with Cat Noir, or with Adrien. Comment your answer please! Or just comment a good job for I am still so very
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