Clowning Around
Okay, this is my first time writing fanfiction, so I make no promises about the quality and quantity of it. Yes, I know SI stories can be overrated, but like my character, I am writing to get over Ace's death. Get over it. I am very inexperienced with writing and how to navigate this website so please take good care of me. *bow* If anyone would like to Beta, I will gladly accept help. Also, I only own my OC. I, obviously, do not own One Piece. I have not decided whether to continue with the story so please review and tell me what you think. :)
Chapter 1
I am fine. Yep, totally and completely fine. This doesn't affect me in the least bit. I am strong and unshakeable. I am a mountain… I am strong.. I am strong.. I AM NOT STRONG.
I slowly get up from the couch and make an excuse to my dad. I keep a straight face and walk up the stairs into my room. I close the door and take a deep breath. No one will disturb me now.
The dam bursts, and ugly tears pour down my face, but I try to stay silent so no one will hear me.
Why? Why did that idiot have to die? I know he's not real, but it still hurts like a little bitch that he died.
I finally reached the end of the Marineford arc in One Piece, and it was no surprise that I was not happy. I have avoided this arc for years and for good reason. Namely, I am Ace fangirl. I have always been a fan of Luffy and his brother, and I have known for a long time that Ace dies at Marineford. Denial has been my best friend for the past few years, but I finally decided it was time for me to move on and get to the next arc. (No help from my brother in that department since he is more rational than I am and has already gotten over it.)
Let's just say it's easier said than done. Something tells me I won't be able to move on for a while. I still can't believe after watching it with my own eyes that he dies. God, I need fanfiction. I quickly pull out my phone and refresh the page showing the list of recently updated fanfiction. Nothing. Ugh, at this point I would even take ZoSan fluff! Please someone update! I refresh the page again, but it still shows nothing new. Looks like you have to do it yourself!
Until today, I have only read fanfiction but that is about to change. My emotions are high, and my need to escape is even higher.
Don't get me wrong. I am actually much farther along in my denial than you think. Despite this being my first time writing a fanfiction, it is not the first time I have entertained the idea of writing one. I have never been lacking in the imagination department. My real problem is the inspiration and motivation to write more than a few pages. I also have another problem… I actually hate writing. I'd rather read than write any day.
I know it's funny. Why would I be writing if I hate writing in the first place? Simple. Desperation. My imagination can only go so far before I hit a dead end and I can't go any farther. It's like this wall that is keeping me from accessing the rest of the story. Quite frankly, it is very annoying. It's like watching a movie, and suddenly, it just stops. Um, excuse me? I want to watch the movie, please? My theory is that I need to write everything down first before I can access the rest. Who knows? There lies the problem. I have never written to the end of my imagination. I have always stopped before getting there and never continued. See how frustrating this is for me?
Today, I am determined to reach the end. No breaks. I will not stop until this is finished, but before I start, I'll be needing to get some food, so I don't have to do it when I'm in the zone.
I wipe the tears and snot off of my face with a dry towel that I hadn't tossed into the laundry basket yet and take my computer out of the drawer I hid it in. I look around on the floor for the charger, plug it in, and turn it on. I tiptoe around my messy room and open my door. My room is small and messy, and it would be difficult to navigate around if I wasn't experienced. I take a quick look into my mirror and quickly assess my face. Good thing my eyes don't look red. My glasses must be covering any discoloration cuz my nose is obviously red.
Thankfully, I hadn't cried for long so my nose wasn't bright red, and it only took me a few seconds before it turned back into its normal color. I nod at my reflection and open the door to my room. I look down the hallway. Hopefully, my mom won't notice me. My mom is very observant, and I would hate for her to notice dried tears on my face or something else I might have missed. I stop and turn around to pause my music. I really liked the song that was playing, and I didn't want it to be over by the time I came back. I try to leave my room again and notice I'm only wearing my very revealing undershirt and shorts. I grab a random black shirt and pull it over my head.
That was close.
It turns out that I had chucked off my shirt the moment I entered my room. It's a bad habit of mine, and it would've gotten my mom's attention the moment I entered her field of vision. I swear sometimes she's like a hawk.
I internally chuckle when I think of Mihawk and my mother having a staredown. I would like to think more about that, but I don't have the time. I am already getting hungry, and I need some food pronto dente.
By the time I was done reheating some leftover pizza and came back into my room, I could feel my inspiration draining away.
Phew, that was close! I almost lost it!
I take a bite of pizza and turn my music back on before tapping a button on my laptop to light up the screen. My phone buzzes. I ignore it and login into my computer. I open a word document. My phone won't stop buzzing. I sigh and put down my food.
Let's just turn it off. I can listen to music on my laptop.
I lick my fingers and wipe them on my arm before grabbing my phone. I take a quick look at the screen to look at what is causing my phone to buzz so often.
Oh, it's my messaging app. It's probably Hannah wanting to talk to me again.
Hannah is one of my best friends so I quickly unlock my phone and open the app. Hannah, unlike me, needs to talk and hang out quite often. Despite my love for silence and alone time, I would never ignore her. That's what friends are for, right?
I look through the app, and I quickly grow confused. Who is this?
At the top of my list, there is the person who messaged me. His first name is the only thing listed: Rob.
Huh, maybe it's my Uncle Rob.
I click on the name and look through the messages sent to me.
Rob: Hey
Rob: I hear u like One Piece
Rob: Would you go there if u could?
Huh, I wonder who told him. My mom probably told my aunt who told my uncle because I keep stealing the tv to watch it. I quickly type a response.
Me: As much as I would loooove to go, I am waaaaaaay to weak to survive and I'm not smart enough to make up for how weak I am.
Rob: But what if u were? What would u do there?
Me: If I could, I would save Ace and everyone else who needs it like Corazon or Bellemere. If I couldn't, I would try to join the Strawhats of course! :D It's the dream of every fangirl or fanboy to join them! XD
Oops, I'm going into too much detail. I am nerding out too much.
Rob: Lol
Rob: Even if it meant u couldn't come back home?
Me: Yeah. I'd be sad to leave Mom and Dad and my brother and my cat and everything I've ever known but if I could save even one person, I'd be happy! ^u^ 3
Rob: Even if that meant u had to die first to get there?
I looked at my phone in shock. This is getting creepy.
Me: Is this a prank cuz this isn't funny
Me: You're creeping me out
Me: Who is this? I thought you were my uncle but it's obvious now that you aren't
Rob: Answer my question and this will all be over
Holy shit that sounds ominous! What if this guy is a killer?! Best to answer no!
Me: No
Rob: You're lying
Rob: You shouldn't lie to me
Me: You're scaring me
Rob: Don't worry
Rob: This will be quick
My breathing gets faster, and I try to get up, but my heart suddenly seizes up. I clutch at my chest, and darkness quickly swallows my vision.
