She stared out over Paris on the rainy night.
She just started to think.
Maybe if she was gone nobody would notice.
It would be just like normal.
Just fine.
They wouldn't remember her.
She was worthless.
Trash.
Stupid.
Ugly.
Too Fat.
Too Thin.
Not pretty enough.
Not good enough.
Weak.
Unloved.
Boring.
If she died she would escape it.
The bullying.
The stares.
The scars.
Nobody would care.
Nobody would remember.
She would be Forgotten.
After all, she was only Marinette Dupain-Cheng.