"Brother, let's go to the festival!"
"You see? There's no despair in this world, Law-kun. Someone will definitely lend you a helping hand."
"Law, let's go to the festival!"
"Ughhhhh…Brother, it hurts…"
"MMMMOOOOTTHHHHHHEERRRRRR! FFFFFAAAAAATTTTTHHHHHHHHEEEERRRRRRRR!"
When Law woke up, it was with a scream still echoing throughout the room. He panted, tried to calm his breathing and tried to control his shaking limbs. It wasn't working too well, and Law bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed as the images continued to force themselves to the forefront of his mind.
It wasn't just the images however, it was the sound of the screams and the smell… oh god, the smell… the smell of burning flesh -Lamy was still in there he could still get her out but it was so hot he couldn't reach her, not like this and oh god oh god oh god not his little sister anything but his little sister- the smell of rotting flesh -he gagged as the pungent stench continued to waft up his nose without break and the bodies pressed up against him in all directions but he had to bare with it if he wanted to survive and he very badly wanted to survive even when he wanted to just end it and be with his family but he couldn't die, not just yet-
He clenched his fist and breathed in deeply, half expecting the smell of corpses to fill up his nostrils but there was only clean air and the smell of the sea to accompany him. Law was irritated. He couldn't afford to be thinking of this, not now, not when he was so close to his goal of finally bringing down Doflamingo for all that he'd done.
…Damn it. Law threw the covers off himself and started to pace around the room. It had been so long since he had relapsed and had a proper flashback of those horrible memories, and of sweet memories forever ruined by their horrible ending.
"There's no despair in this world, someone will definitely lend you a helping hand." God, what a joke that was. Sister had been naive in her thinking, and she had paid the price for her foolishness. Law was a pirate. He saw despair and suffering every day. Those who 'lent' a hand to others always had a second reasoning behind it. They wanted nothing but to help themselves in the end.
He looked outside to the moon and the moon shone back as pretty as ever. It shone pretty then too, illuminating the chaos and destruction and everything that could have gone wrong and did go wrong. He looked away, nausea rising up to his throat and a sudden dizziness overtaking his senses.
It was never going to end, was it? It was eternal suffering. That's what his life had been since he was a child. And even now, now that he was near his 30s, he was still suffering. It was only going to end when he was dead. And in his heart, Law wasn't sure if he referred to Doflamingo…
…or Law himself.