Ok beans. I am officially taking a break from The Lady Who Texted a Chat.

I'm not sure how long it will be but without my amazing partner in crime by my side I have hit some situational writers block.

So I will be hopefully working on this project for a while instead.

This project is more or less a way for me to let loose some things I've been dealing with.

Not only are several of my friends suicidal, I have been in the past, and my parents are struggling with suicidal stuff as well.

This is kind of my way of working through that stuff buy using marinette and Adrien to explain how i have felt in the past and still sometimes now (Adrien) and how I feel when I hear or see people going through the same stuff as I did/what I wish people did for me (Marinette).

Now before y'all start reading please remember a few things. I am not suicidal myself and I have a therapist so please hold off on asking me about my life story and how you can help. However if you want to share your story with me I will be happy to give you advice if I can.

Second, this story will absolutely have some triggering topics that will be expressed. If that's not your scene then please go take a look at some of the other amazing fanfictions being written.

Without further ado I bring to you, the chapter 'Does Anyone Really See?' of the story, 'Imperfectly Perfect'. Bug out guys!

Perfect.

Can anyone ever really be perfect?

Everyone expects me to be perfect. My father won't accept any less. I walk through the halls of my school with my head down.

I'm flawed. I'll never really be good enough for these people. They expect so much from the model son of Gabriel Agreste.

I'm so done with the lies and the facade I have to constantly manage. I'm done with the runways and the stage makeup. I'm done with smiling when inside I'm dying.

Does anyone really see? Do they see the weight upon my shoulders? Do they see the dread in my eyes as I head home from school? Can I really call these people my friends?

Class drones on for what seems like hours. My thoughts are filled with the bottle of aspirin I've hidden in my room. The whole bottle I plan to take tonight. It's not like anyone checks on me anyways.

No one will even miss me.

When the final bell rings I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder. A small hand snags my arm before I can leave.

"Adrien?" a small and worried voice calls out to me as the class files out of the room.

I turn to see Marinette staring up at me. I put on another one of my model smiles.

"Yes, Marinette?"

To my surprise she frowns.

"I've been really worried about you, Adrien. You seem so upset lately and I want you to know that I care about you. You know you can talk to me if somethings upsetting you, right?"

My eyes widen.

Does she really see?

"I'm fine Marinette, thank you." I mumble attempting to turn away only for her to catch my arm once more.

"I get it if you aren't comfortable talking about it here. I know what that's like… Can I give you my phone number so you can text me if you need anything?"

Once again she catches me off guard.

There's no harm in a phone number, right?

"Sure," I hand her my phone and Marinette bounces on her tiptoes as she enters her contact. She beams up at me as she hands back my phone. I have to pull away my gaze from her brightness.

"Have a good night Adrien!" Marinette chirps as she bounces away.

Please let me know if you guys want to see more of this story!