I do not own One Piece.
I woke up in the hospital three days after the attack. My father was asleep in the chair next to my bed. He looked so ragged, there were dark circles under his eyes and it looks as if he hasn't shaved since I got here. I felt so guilty, it was obvious that he had stayed here the whole time, I just hope that he didn't lose his job. I don't know why this keeps happening to me, I have never done anything really bad, I mean sure, I have played a few pranks on people, but that shouldn't be bad enough to deserve nearly dying, twice. Letting out a sigh, I close my eyes, and drift off asleep.
Waking up the next morning, I feel a hand tightly hold my own. Turning my head, I see my dad, staring down at the ground. Finding myself unable to speak, I squeeze his hand to show him that I am awake. He raises his head sharply, staring at me in shock, after a few moment, a wide smile stretches across his face.
"Usopp! You're awake….ah hold on, let me get you some water." He says, letting go of my hand and walking to the table where a pitcher and some cups sit. Propping me up, he helps me slowly drink the cup of water. "So, how are you feeling, son?" He asks, sitting back down.
"I'm fine, dad." I reply with a smile, hoping to reassure him.
He stares at me for a few seconds before letting out a sigh and replying. "No your not. I'm sorry, Usopp. I knew something was wrong, you been acting so strange for the past few weeks. But I told myself that if it was something you couldn't handle, that you would tell me. But I knew better, you were never one to ask for help with anything serious…You have never liked causing people to worry…But, Usopp, you need to start telling me what is going on. I want to protect you, Usopp. But I can't do that if I don't know anything." I stare down at my hands, suddenly feeling ashamed.
"I'm sorry, dad…I just….I thought I could handle it. I don't want to be a burden to you all the time. I want to be able to take care of myself. I don't want to rely on someone else my entire life." I confess, still staring at my hands. I hear him sigh and put a hand on my shoulder.
"I know, Usopp…Now how about I go tell them you are awake and go get you something to eat while they are checking you over?" I agree with a smile and watch him walk out the door.
It has been a week since I have woken up and it just convinced me more that they no longer consider me a friend. During this week the only visitor I have gotten was dad, it had taken me a few days to convince him to go back to work, but he had finally agreed. He still spends every minute he isn't at work here though and it is starting to wear on him. They told me that I will be in for at least a couple of months, considering the extent of the damage. Thankfully there is only a week left of school, so they won't be holding me back, but I will have to attend a few extra classes when I get released.
Dad keeps talking about moving again, but I don't want to do that. I honestly don't know what to do. We can't take legal action, considering how rich and influential Kidd's parents are, we can't do home school, dad works too much for that and I really don't want to force dad to move again. I hate how much of a burden I am on him all of the time and no matter how often he says otherwise, I know that he had to be getting sick of it. I wish I were stronger…or at least normal so that people wouldn't feel the need to attack me all the time. Rolling onto my side, I curl up and begin silently crying into my pillow.