Mari's POV

I was currently in the bathroom crying my eyeballs out. Chloe and Lila decided it would be nice to ruin my good mood. Chloe and Lila destroyed my sketchbook. All the designs, I had spent so much time making, were gone. The only one I had left was for the winter hat I plan to make Chat. 

I reached into my bookbag and grabbed the drawing. Tears fell on the paper and I put it back. As I let it go a pair of scissors caught my eyes. Sewing scissors, I never go anywhere without them. I grabbed them and they seemed to gleam. I rolled up my sleeve and  pressed it against my skin. 

A little bit of pain went away and I smiled. Pictures of my sketches being torn and Chloe and Lila mocking me entered my mind and more tears flowed out of my eyes. I pressed the scissors against my skin and made cut after cut on my arm. The pain decreased with every cut. 

I put the scissors away and I stared at my arm. Blood was gushing out and my arm was basically all read. "Marinette! NO!!!"I looked at Tikki who looked extremely worried. "Tikki?" She shook her head and flew to my arm. She waved her tiny arms and flew over my arm in a circle. The cuts slowly started to close. She healed them. Ughhhh. They closed up and I knew they wouldn't open. "Promise me you won't cut yourself, Marinette. Please?" I looked at her. "I will try. No promises. I don't want to break a promise to you." She nodded and flew into my purse. 

I pulled my sleeve down and I walked out of the bathroom. "MARI!!!" I heard Alya scream  and then, she tackled me into a hug with Adrien and Nino running after her. "Alya! You are going to hurt, Mari!" Adrien wrapped his arms around my protectively. I blushed and Alya looked shocked but, that quickly disappeared into anger and worry. "You okay, mari? I am willing to send Chloe and Lila to the hospital if you want me too." I shook my head and smiled. "No, I am fine. Really." 

She was going to say something but, Adrien cut her off. "We are going out after, school. You want to come, Mari?" I nodded and I was sure he smiled. "I can't I have to take care of the bakery while, my parents are out of town." "Hate to interrupt but, we need to get to class unless, you don't mind spending an hour in detention." Our eyes widened and we ran to our last class. 

We passed by a girl listening to music. Some of the lyrics to the song caught my attention. 

"Cause' every time I open up it hurts." 

I smiled to myself. Maybe with the help of music and Chat Noir I can break free from hell