Dear readers,

So, I have made small tweaks here and there. I want to say I don't own One Piece characters. People who help me are: Mungetsu, OrangeSphere and other people. The songs used in this story are not mine. I am open suggestions and flame.

From,
Mmteku123

Help me!

Standing in front of you is me, Angelina P., an uncomplicated, Dominican girl who goes to school on a regular basis. I receive good grades; I'm everyone's friend and I enjoy pleasing people. Yet at this point in my life, this split second; I cannot tell you how much I hate my younger brother. Why? If you want to find out, continue reading my half of the story to fully understand what I'm going through.

The tale I am about to tell you starts with my little brother, Alejandro. He is a teenager with messy blonde hair and doe-like lucid brown eyes. His looks don't really describe his personality well. Not too long ago, he decided that I, his sister, would be his one way ticket to 'fame' and 'popularity'.

How egotistic can one be? Why does my brother use his only sibling as a tool for his own desires? Only a person with true compassion and the correct attitude can get along with many different kinds of people. He should know that. Any other skills you might gain are either a good addition or a personal plus!

Also, he follows me, a trait that was getting rather annoying; I go, he goes. If I go to the mall to shop, he is there with me, which parties I go to; he follows, whether it is a random house or a meeting place in the school he is there.

My brother has so much more potential, I really know he does! He could have friends like I do, but ones which suit his age group. He could do whatever he wants, he wouldn't have to stalk me any longer and he could finally follow his own path. The way HE wants to go, he can do whatever HE finds right. Well enough talking about my ignorant little bro, maybe I should describe myself a little more.

I have the basic looks of a girl my age, brown dull hair and large brown eyes. There is nothing extraordinary about me. I just turned eighteen this October, spot on the fifteenth. I am a little on the chunky side compared to my rather lean brother. Yes, I have a muffin top. I wear a lot of trendy clothes these days.

Anyway, let us head back to the former situation, before I started mumbling about other insignificant things. After the first month at school, John decided to have a get-together at his house, which is today, November 15.

"Hey, Angelina" John greeted me at the entrance, seeming quite happy, "how's it going?"

"Fine, thank you," I replied with a smile, "what about you?"

John beckoned me to come inside. His wild red hair lay so well across his face, he considered himself to be a jock with…may I say it…a gorgeous, muscular body. He smiled at me as he pulled the door a bit further to the right, his large hunter-green house seemingly fitting his current attitude. His lips curved into a smirk when he glanced at my outfit, a red summer dress with white flats.

"I'm really good…" He suddenly stopped, eyeing the person behind me. His hazel green orbs gleamed with confusion.

"Who's this, is he your friend or something?" His voice projected over the hip hop music in the background, sounding rather irritated. My eyebrows furrowed, I hadn't really brought anyone with me, and so it also added to my confusion. I turned round swiftly, only to stare at my own little brother in utter bewilderment.

"Alejandro," I gasped, "what are you doing here?"

How he got here or even how he came to know I was here, was beyond me, but I knew my status was flying south, never to be seen again.

"Who invited you?" John questioned, "And how…" he shook his head, "fine." Not knowing what else to say or do he opened the door even wider for his new guest. "Well, come in already boy"

"Thanks, bro!" Alejandro nodded, a wide smile spreading across his features, "I gladly will!"

As he walked past me it was as if he believed he was one of us, a person who had always been around and had never left. I walked behind him, absolutely speechless, stunned.

It made me feel rather awful at first. After the little situation at the main doorway, John and I entered the party scene. I was really happy to see so many familiar faces here! The decoration was rather miserable for a large house party, but the smell of food and the beat of the music was enough to make me enjoy every second of this. I could really forget my little sibling for a second or two, without any regrets.

And everything went so well, great in fact! That was until an hour later, when my brother began to drink beer. Who the hell was responsible for that anyway, who was dumb enough to give him alcohol in the first place! Where did he get the beer from?

"Let's get this party started!" He yelled towards everyone and turned up the music even louder, "let us make this an unforgettable night!"

People started to join in for the amusement, laughing and dancing at his side. On the other hand, some of the others thought he was out of his mind.

"Oh, crap," A girl walked up to me, scratching her head, "is your brother drunk?"

I nodded towards Lisa, one of my best friends. The brunette and I had been good comrades since the 8th grade.

"He should learn to contain himself a little more; he is acting like a total maniac." She shook her head, "I suppose 'idiot' would be a good subtitle for that."

"Ah shit," John came rushing in from the kitchen.

"That darn brother of yours got to the beers in the fridge," He exclaimed.

"Since when does an open door mean 'come and snoop in a stranger's fridge'?" John kept complaining.

"Don't worry, I'll handle this," I said as I gave Lisa my purse to hold. I danced my way towards my brother. What you are about to hear might sound awfully awkward, probably very disgusting, but when I came close enough he was dry humping a band member.

I mentally growled, slapping myself on the forehead and swiftly grabbed the edge of his collar, dragging him out of there. The horny female didn't seem to have minded…which I found horrific.

"You are in so much trouble," I yelled over the music as we went out to the hallway.

"What's at matte with you," He slurred his words, "I waaas...havang sooo much fun."

I whirled around, fury boiled inside my chest. I wanted to yell, shake him for being such an idiot. But I knew I couldn't do that.

"Stay here and do not move an INCH! Did you read me?"I said, screaming. He nodded, very wobbly and unstable on his two shaking legs. I walked back to Lisa and John, excusing myself and my brother out of the party.

John didn't seem too pleased about the fact, but he was sweet about it. I went back to see him lay sprawled out on the floor, unconscious.

The next day, I told on him. I just had to. My parent's expressions were simple dreadful, disappointment mirroring in their eyes. It was my retribution, it was for my siblings own good. While he hit the doctor, my school day was very disturbing. Rumors spread like fire.

The first people who walked by me didn't seem to have nothing different to discuss. The party from last night seemed to be the number one hit subject across the entire school yard.

"Did you hear Angelina's little brother got to the party last night…?"

"Totally," the second replied, "…passed out drunk in front of so many dudes…."

"Yeah," the other in the group agreed, "…..humping …like a dog…"

A female voice squealed, "how embarrassing! In the middle of a party and the floor! He must have been such a laugh."

I sighed, letting the school day pass. I actually had thought that this day couldn't get any worse, but it had gotten really bad when I arrived at home. Sitting in the living room, in all her glory was the school counselor, her eyes gleaming in a harsh manner.

"Mom, I came back from gymnastics," I said coming inside.

"Honey, Ms. Mitsuwa is here to talk about what happened last night," my dad said as I walked passed, "she wants to know a few things about the situation from your mouth."

A few indescribable emotions came running down my throat and turned in my stomach. I was shocked, because she had actually come here to discuss this matter. I felt anger towards my brother, frustration and a few unidentified feelings. I was tired because of the stressful day at school and only wanted to rest.

"Sure," I said, not really approving of this, "no problem at all." Turning around and entering the main seating area I then notice my little brother on the side lines.

"Please Ms. Mitsuwa," I looked at her, a pleading look in my eyes, "come to my room."

She nodded towards me, getting up. She was rather lanky and smaller, but very strict and good at her work. It gave me hope; if she really wanted to hear my side of the story then I had to give her clear details, useless information was not needed.

I sat in front of her on my bed while she sat down on my red chair. Her suit made her a sore thumb in my pink room; it wasn't the best color to wear either and made her seem rather odd. The walls were covered by many, many posters from different magazines. The unicorn curtains shielded me from the outside world. The rug reminded me of the sea, sea green. She coughed.

"So please," Ms. Mitsuwa said, straightened her back, "Angelina tell me what happened on the sixteenth October," her voice sounded gruff, she was definitely not wasting any of our time.

"My brother followed me to a party," I stated at first, "and got drunk there." I gave her a pout.

"He left, stoned out of his little mind, humiliating me in front of a large crowd forever." I said the last words dramatically.

"Okay then," she said, not fazed, "how was school today?" She asked, adding a fake smile to her hardened expression.

"It went well," I lied and faked a smile for her in return, "I just had a few things to sort out."

"Okay that is enough for me," She paused.

"…. I have come to a conclusion," she muttered to herself. She abruptly stood up, giving me a light shock.

"Please let us return to the living room," Ms. Mitsuwa exclaimed, leading me out of the room. Then I heard her chant something in another language, which I found extremely rude, but in the end I ignored her.

The sudden waft of my mom's vanilla candles came my way, the smell spreading everywhere in a flash. We re-entered the room and I sat next to dad while mom sat next to Alejandro.

"I will be coming round into this house for awhile," She explained, "three times a week at most." Putting away her things she swiftly raised herself off the couch.

"I shall be making sure things run smoothly from now on."

So she came and went. From then on, the family was slightly different than before. Mom was babying us too much; worried that she might have not given us enough attention. I was grounded for a month, additionally without a car to take me to places.

My brother was grounded for two, without his computer at hand. Wow, what a fair punishment, I wonder how they handle crimes with the same situations at hand.

During a weekly meeting with the family and school mistress, something went tragically wrong.

"I got drunk because of you," Alejandro yelled at me, "it was
YOUR fault! Your entire fault! Why should I be punished for something you did to me?"

"The damn I did," I said back, "you were the one who drank it, basically stealing it from John's fridge!" my voice was loud, practically screaming. My entire heart filled with raw emotions.

He huffed, crossing his arms in a childish manner, "you're just putting the blame on…" he couldn't finish his sentence.

Just the thought, the attire…when he tried to switch the blame on me, I had a meltdown from hell.

"Like hell! It was your freaking fault in the first place and you know it! But guess what? There isn't ANY escape from your little escapades now, so fuck you!" Wait that wasn't what I had wanted to say, I thought.

"I hate you, you and your selfish attitude! Me, me, me, me! That is all you are about!" I shouted.

These awful words won't stop...they continued. The family and Ms. Mitsuwa were shocked, totally amazed that I could snap like that.

"You know what else I hate? You were blaming me for your own fucking mistakes. You are always using me for you own selfish needs and always turn it so that you can get out unharmed," I spoke harshly, pointing to him.

"I work so hard in life, did so much to get where I am now!" I stand up, almost screeching, calling out all my dark secrets from beneath the hidden mask of emotions. I was not the only one….he did as well…

"Well try to live up to your perfect sister!" Alejandro shouted back, "that isn't easy either!" he tried to make more excuses, think of more lies. Then I did something I would regret later on for the rest of my life. I slapped him. Skin against skin echoed around the room. I was beyond angery, I was enraged, in flames. I was so glad that I had hit him at that point, it felt relieving.

"Angelina!" Mom and Dad yelled at me, concern in their loud voices. Of course they would, they were always trying to protect him…always trying to amend to his every need. He didn't have to work hard to get their approval, I did.

I walked out of the living room, hiding my tears that threatened to fall and fled into my room. I locked the door and threw myself on to the bed. All I was thinking of was nothing, I felt empty.

Bump Tap Bump

I blinked slowly and sighed.

Ta-tap Bump.

I lifted my body slightly and looked around, a bit confused. At first I thought there was someone at the door and then I knew there had to be. I opened the door to find my little brother there. At that moment something took possession of me and I meekly opened my mouth to say:

"I hate you" to my younger sibling…a second time. Of all the things to say I said that to him once more…a solid thud crashing against my ribs to empathies the regret I felt after. Then next thing I knew I was hit hard against my chest by my brother. I landed on the floor head-first.

I tried to stand up but the dizziness got to me first. I could still hear my brother calling for help, my parents who just arrived, and Ms. Mitsuwa in the background. The pain worsened each time I tried to get up. It was as if gravity got heavier each second.

"My baby…."

"Angelina!"

"….no….when…..sorry…"

"Call…him….going …to a …..Place….One"

"…Piece….get….stronger!"

Then I heard the oceans and a deep voice.

Yo, ho,

Haul together,

Hoist the colours

Ho, thieves and beggars,

Never shall we die.

Some men have died

And some are alive

And others sail on the sea

– With the keys to the cage...

And the Devil to pay

We lay to Fiddler's Green!

Then an image came up. I did not know who he was, but his voice was deep and smooth like velvet. I could only see his pale skin through my blurry vision. While the waves' sounds swirled with his voice, they gently lulled me to sleep. My concentration fading, my heartbeat sinking and my dreams filling…