"I am a bad child." Luffy said outloud to his empty room. He was almost 18 now and nothing has changed.
Words flow through his ears and come out as jumbled murmers. He can't get close to anyone, afraid that they will break him even more. His hat is his only friend.
So different. Luffy thinks. So... unable and stupid. Luffy falls to his knees. The tears start to flow. Overwhelmed with this uknown, strange feeling.
"Why am I so confused?" he shouts to no one. Luffy raises his fist and brings it down on his head, hard.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid..."
He continues to whisper as his hits become faster and harder. "Stupid."
He slams his hand down one last time.
Luffy is broken and alone.
Again.