A/N: This is another sad fic... My birthday is three days away... I know Sabo's birthday is not son, but... it's not like anyone would want to read a fic with me as a character.

There are a lot of... pov? changes? From when Sabo was a child and then adult...

Enjoy.

With my small hands clasped behind my back, I swayed from side to side. I looked up at my parents with a smile a adorable eyes. They smiled back at me and asked me what it was. It was almost my birthday. I rubbed that back of my puffy blonde hair and looked off to the side, "can I have a-"

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A birthday is… the anniversary of the day on which someone was born. This 'birthday' is usually treated as a 'happy' event where people would give the birthday person gifts and love. I closed the book and slid it back into the shelf. I let out a breath and closed my tired eyes. every year I would remember back to my past. The past of when I was a child and lived under the same roof as my 'loving' parents. I brushed back my wavy blonde hair and opened my eyes. My hand stopped over my scarred left eye, "why must I remember such things…"

My birthday was soon again. The few days before a birthday are supposed to be happy, yet my few days before my birthday are horrid. They tear at my heart and mind, causing annoying pain and stupid thoughts. I grunted and walked out of the little library on the ship. I let out a huff and leaned against the wooden walls, glaring at the ceiling. The rocking ship added to my pestering memories made me nauseous.

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"Are you asking for something?!" A face of disgust crossed my mother's face.

"You're asking us to get you something?" My father added with a even more distorted face.

"M-mn…" I nodded, my expression turning from happy to one of nervousness. I smiled even so and continued, "my birthday is soon so maybe-"

"Birthday?!" My mother snapped at me, "you asked for things on your last birthdays! You keep asking and asking. Why should we give you another present?"

I looked at my father in hopes of him saying something. He did say something, but not what I wanted… He looked off to the side, "where is Stelly?"

My eyes widened. Why are you not paying attention to me even though we are talking about something? Why am I being yelled at for wanting something for my birthday?

My mother continued her rage, "You ask too much! You don't even do anything for us in return!"

I gulped and said nothing back. I clenched my small fists at my side and shut my eyes tightly. I did do a lot… I do my best. I help out even more than that Stelly kid! Why? Why am I in trouble. Why are the days before my birthday so painful. I hate it… I hate all of this…

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If my mind was fragile enough… I may have already committed suicide. I closed my darkened eyes as the memories continued. My heart beat slowly and painfully. I wonder why i still feel this pain. I pushed myself off of the wall and began walking towards the deck. I have everyone here, yet I can't forget those days. Even though my birthdays now are so fun and loving, I am always haunted by my past. I stared at my hand that shook. Am I scared of something?

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My whole body shook as my small body curled up into a ball on my bed. My small hands shook as i wiped away the tears that fell from my eyes. My chest hurt so much… My head hurt so much. It was so painful…

"Why…" I cried into my hands. I closed my eyes tightly and remembered my parents faces as I asked them for a simple item. I didn't understand the meaning of a birthday anymore. I grabbed my blanket that was underneath me and pulled it up to wipe my tears. 'I ask too much,' she told me. I hugged my knees tightly. I never… I never asked much! It's almost my birthday, yet i can't wish for a present? I don't understand… Is it that… I shouldn't ask for anything at all? Mn… I understand… I can't ask at all… Nothing… I don't deserve anything.

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It was silent like always… I hated this silence. I stopped walking and fell back to the wall again. I slid down and ended up on the ground. I laughed, "what am I doing…"

I clenched my chest and gulped, letting out a breath. It hurt so much… My chest… My head… My heart… I turned my shaking body and covered my eyes. My breath was cut up and heavy. Why am I crying… What is it that I want? I hung my head over my knees, "why…" I don't want anything… I don't want anything at all. If I ask… I'll cause trouble. I will be a burden… I took a deep breath and let out a long exhale. I leaned my head back onto the wall. Even though I'm not allowed… I want so many things… I want so much.

However… like how I was taught… I can't ask for things. Nothing at all… I don't deserve anything. Toys, books, clothes… Love… Someone like me doesn't deserve any of that...

A/N: A short and stupid story... Sabo... I seem to have so much in common with him .