He smashed the mirror in front of him with anger before he looked up into the pieces that hung from the frame then to the grim smirk placed on his face. This was how he felt, how twisted he was every day. He couldn't stand it and now…
"Damn, what have I become?" he questioned the mirror before he turned and looked towards the door waiting… he always waited in this hellish nightmare for him… "What did I do?" but he never came to rescue him like he did everyone else.
Was he really that… pathetic? A tear slide down his cheek before he turned around and the mirror was perfect again. But it bore a smile that wasn't his… his eyes were in a mocking squint. The mirror version of him grinned while whispering things that ghosted across his head.
'Nothing. Unwanted. Vanish. Pathetic.' They remained etched like a knife into his brain that constricted his chest.
"I'm… not that…." He cried out gripping the porcelain sink. "I'm not THAT." He looked at the face, his, laughing. "Stop lying to me!"
'I'm not lying. He'll never save you, you're not worth it.' The face leaned forward contorting the mirrors surface. 'You've never been worth it.' The voice darkened making his heart drop like a stone before words again crossed his mind.
'Weak. Disgusting. Whiny. Never worth a shot.' His legs gave out from him and he was sent to the floor crying. 'Give up.'
"He'll come…" his eyes suddenly closed before he looked up and in front of him was…
"Sanji." The soft caring voice came out. "Don't ever, Sanji, believe you're worth nothing." Sanji grinned hugging the thin captain tightly to his chest. "We're all here for you." Sanji looked behind Luffy as the crew came into view each smiling with their hands out.
This was his home, he was wanted… "Thanks for coming." He said before Luffy helped him to stand up.
"We'll always come, we're nakama." Sanji felt a few more tears fall down his face as the crew walked back to the Sunny Go.