Previously...

"Daddy," I cried. "It's Marinette, she's-she's h-hurt really bad an-and I don't know what to do!"

"Shh, calm down sweetie," he soothed over the phone. "Would you like for me to take you to the hospital?"

"Y-Yes," I sniffed into the phone.

"I'll be there in a couple minutes, will you be okay?" he questioned kindly.

"Yes, thank you daddy," I told him.

Chloe's POV

I climbed into the limo when it pulled up and closed the door on my own, even though the butler was already there- ready to do it.

He crawled into the front of the car and tried to engage conversation with me, but I didn't care. Marinette was the only one on my mind.

I thought back to the time where she taught me how to draw. I was absolutely horrid at it, but she took time out of her day to help me. She showed me how to make body figures and clothes. Marinette wasn't very good at faces.

I chuckled at the thought. Her faces always turned out to be out of proportion, so she'd always put a tongue on the mouth because she said that it made it look better.

It was actually me who taught her how to do faces. Turned out that I was a natural at it and it was only fair that I taught her something in return.

We were only 7 when we did that.

My driver finally pulled up in front of the hospital and I wiped the rest of the dampness from the tears from my face.

"Would you like me to go in with you?" he questioned in a soft voice, as if he would break me if he spoke any louder.

I simply shook my head no. This was something I needed to face on my own.

I slowly got out of the car and headed up the cement steps, as if I was trying to by myself time. I pushed open the double doors that lead into the hospital and asked where Marinette was located. I had to hold back a new barrage of tears when she told me that she was in the I.C.U.

She gave me her room number and I slowly walked down the ever quiet hallway. You could hear the loud click of my heels ricocheting off the walls.

Click

Click

Click

It was almost like a sad symphony. A warning of whats to come.

I shook my head as if to clear my it and kept walking to the direction of Marinettes room.

That's right. Marinette. Not Mari-trash. Why did I even give her such a nickname anyway? What have I become when we weren't friends?

Why don't I have any fun memories with Sabrina like I did Marinette?

What have I become? Someone to look down on? To avoid? To be talked about behind my back?

What have I become?

I let those questions be set aside in my brain for later. Right now, I need to see Marinette.

The click of my heels stopped as I stood in front of Marinette's room. I took a deep breath and let it out.

The moment of truth.

I slowly slid open the door and walked in. The first thing I saw was her parents. They were crying by a bedside and I could see a lump in the covers and a slow beep of a heart monitor.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I gulped down what ever saliva I had in my mouth and walked over to her bedside.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I nearly vomited at the sight of Marinette.

She was missing most of the bottom half of her jaw and had some sort of machine attached to it. She had a dent in the top of her head that wouldn't be noticeable if it wasn't the black and blue surrounding it. Most of her hair was missing and she was missing 3 fingers on her left hand and 1 on her right. Half of her right leg was missing and her whole foot was gone on her left. Marinettes whole body was black and blue.

Beep Beep Beep.

How is she even still alive?

BeepBeepBeep.

How is she... How are they going to keep her alive?

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

{October 7, 2018}