𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 ( Depressed!F!Reader x Luffy )

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘕𝘦𝘸

Your POV

Sitting at the far end of my bed, I stare at the wall in darkness.

why do I have to go to school today?

Can't I just skip or something, I mean honestly, I don't think mother will care either way

Well, I guess I won't be able to go to the next grade if I don't attend school for the right amount of days.....but still...

why...?

These thoughts rushing through my head, I eventually sigh in defeat as I force my body up off the surface of my bed. Almost immediately after standing up, I felt like I was about to pass out.

Looking around in my surroundings, all I could see was blurriness.

Jesus, I felt like total shit.

Shaking my head, holding the side of my face, my vision cleared up a little bit or just enough for me to keep going. Still feeling dizzy, I put my hood over my head and my hands in my pockets.

Darting my eyes towards my bedroom door, I scooch my slow, and tired footsteps across my light brown carpet floor.

As I slowly and weakly opened the door, I could already smell the suffocating smoke and smell of ashes, along with seeing a group of flashing lights coming from the living room.

The flashing lights got brighter and some noises started to slowly be heard along with it.

My left foot one inch away from the entrance of the living room, I peak my head into the room, to make sure not to be seen.

Unsurprisingly, the tv was blasting the news, talking about some recent true crime, a visible sight of smoke flying above a chair that sat in front of the tv along with the smell of it.

Me starting to feel smoke go up into my nose, I wince and cover the lower part of my face with knitted eyebrows.

I slowly walked into the room, going towards the chair, which seemed to make rocking noises and also some low, slow snores.

oh..

Looking down at my sleeping mom, I sigh, seeing tons and tons of beer cans around the chair along with a literal pile of cigarettes sitting on the green ash tray on the side table.

My mom had a hanging cigarette in her mouth, so I slowly took it out of her mouth, still covering my nose, before putting it out into the pile with the rest of the cigarettes.

When I was little, life was good.

Two loving parents by my side, taking care of and loving me.

And also two loving parents who loved each other very much as well.

Times when I was sad, I remember my dad hugging me tightly, telling me everything was gonna be okay and that they were there for me.

I mostly loved what my mom would do when I was sad though, her mouth would curve into a warm smile before she would tickle me to death. And it would end up in a laughing fiasco.

......it all happened so fast.

One night, I came early from school because of early dismissal, I was very happy that day especially, because the next day would be my 7th birthday.

But as I walked through the back door, I almost immediately heard yelling coming from upstairs, it was really clear but it was loud enough for me to hear.

Curious and worry took over me and I slowly walked up the carpet stairs, my teddy bear in my arms. What was happening? My little mind thought.

Once I got at least three feet away from the resource of the yelling, I realized it was coming from my parent's room. I heard my dad and mom scream at each other.