I do not own One Piece.


I don't know how he did it, but Kidd stayed true to his word. Although they still talked to me at school and everything, I am never invited to their houses nor do they ever ask to come to mine. At first, I tried to not let it bother me, acting like nothing is happening, but it hurts…a lot. Deciding that it would be best for everyone involved, I stopped talking to them at school as well. I never got anywhere near them, if I saw any of them coming near me, I ran in the opposite direction. I need people pretending to be my friends when they obviously aren't anymore. I would much rather be alone…no matter how much it hurts, or how lonely I get.

Sighing sadly, I hug my books closer to my chest and make my way through the halls. Class had just ended and I was headed home. I have yet to tell dad what was going on, not wanting him to worry more than he already does, but I do think that he is getting a little suspicious. I am always home when he gets home and I never go anywhere on the weekends anymore. I have been making up excuse after excuse, but I don't think he believes them anymore, maybe I should just start wandering the city. Yeah, that is what I'll do, I'll start this weekend, and then dad won't have to worry anymore. Feeling happy with my decision, I make my way to my house. I walk up to my room, curl up on bed and drift off to sleep.

I am woken by the ringing of the phone. Groaning lightly, I force myself out of bed and into the hallway. "Hello," I say, picking up the phone.

"Hey, Usopp,"

"Oh, hey dad. Is something wrong? You are usually home by now." I ask after glancing at the clock on the wall.

"No, nothing is wrong. I'll be working really late though. I won't be home until around midnight or so. Will you be alright today, Usopp?" he asks concerned.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, don't worry. Be careful on your way home dad." I reply. He tells me that there should be some leftovers in the fridge and that he loves me before hanging up. I sigh lightly and make my way into the kitchen. Heating up the food, I go into the living room and turn on the television. Finishing my food, I curl up on the couch, drifting back off to sleep.

When I wake up next, it is already dark out. I sit up and look around, trying to figure out what could have woken me up. Standing up, I make my way into the hallway, noticing nothing out of place, I turn around and make my way to my room. Pushing the door open I walk in, only to feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. Falling to my knees, I blink my eyes tightly, trying to clear my blurred vision. Hearing laughter behind me, I start to turn around, only to be kicked in the side, causing me to fall down completely.

More laughter joins in and the hitting starts. I curl into a ball, fists and feet repeatedly hitting me. At some point one of them pulled out a knife. I felt the blade sink into my skin, over and over. I curl into a tighter ball, covering my head with my arms. My attempts just made them laugh harder, before kicking my in the stomach, forcibly rolling me onto my back. I look up, seeing their grinning faces through the tears, before a boot comes flying towards by face, causing the world to go black.