Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any characters. Oda does.

Warnings: Very depressing.

He didn't know why he was here. Cold drops of water poured heavily against him, making him feel weak and dead inside. He was so emotionally drained. He was sad. So very sad. His heart beat thumping along slowly as he breathed slowly and deeply. He doesn't notice the tears running down his face. He doesn't notice when he starts to sob. He doesn't even notice when he drops to the tiled ground. He's screaming in pain from the consuming sadness that washed over him. He clutched at his heart, feeling the rough scar tissue underneath his fingers. He digs his fingers into his skin, trying to get to his heart to make the pain just END. It hurt so bad. He felt so empty.

He's gone. His nightmare replaying over and over in his head. The blood, the life draining from his eyes, the vivre card burning to ashes. The heat of the burnt skin burning against him. He can feel the sticky blood as it dried against him. He can feel the last of his heart beat. He can hear the breaking of his voice. He wails a soul crushing sob, waking the crew as he cries louder and louder. A door slams open and arms wrap around him tightly, rocking him as he poured his soul out with each cry. It wasn't okay. It will never be okay. He can push it away, keep it out of his mind. But a nightmare can bring everything back. Making him relive it over and over again. He cries so hard until he can't breathe. He coughs and doesn't stop, throwing up from the constant coughs as he slumps into the arms holding him. A warm hand runs down his back soothingly and cards through his hair. A deep voice rumbles the chest he's lying against.

"We will always be here for you Luffy. I won't leave you by yourself. Come on. You can sleep in my bed tonight. I'll be right there if you need me." Luffy opened his eyes to see a long scar across a tanned chest. 'Zoro' he thought. He stood up shakily, his first mate supporting him as they walked to the men's cabin. Luffy slumped heavily onto the hanging bed as Zoro shifted in behind him. He clung to the warm body next to him, anchoring him to earth and slowly calming him. He could get through this. At least for now. He let out another soft cry as he drifted to sleep, slowly drifting into a warm darkness.

He'd be okay.

I personally went through this(I was just having one of my depressing moments though. No one died.) and decided that I'd write this up. If you have depression this bad, you need to talk with someone. It isn't healthy. Please get help. I'm here to talk if you need someone to talk to who you don't personally know.