Dazai was your brother. Life was different before you turned 5 and he was 10. Your parents died in a car crash, leaving you and him alone. Instead of going to an orphanage, you guys ended up in the Port Mafia. Dazai didn't care about you now, he wouldn't play with you, he would yell at you, and occasionally hit you out of anger.

When you were 13 and he was 18 he disappeared from the Port Mafia. You found out that he ran off, leaving you. You went to school still, acting like everything was fine, but it wasn't. You began to change in a bad way. You earned a nickname, something people would whisper under their breath when you'd walk by.

You were so desperate for the love you never got you found that in physical touch. By the time you were 16 you wore skimpy outfits to school, boys always touching you, sitting in their lap, going to the bathrooms to have sex.

You started doing poorly in school. You didn't care anymore. You didn't even know what you wanted to do in life. If anything, you wanted to die. You just wanted to drop out. You also would get into fights with girls because you'd steal their boyfriends, so you'd always get suspended or detention. You soon found out you were pregnant, and you didn't even know from who. Everything changed again when you turned 17. Dazai, after 4 years, came back. He told you that he's done with the Mafia and was going to work at the Armed Detective Agency. He was going to be on the good side now.

Your heart sank when he wanted to go to your parent teacher conferences. A fight between you happened. Why should he care, he was no parent. He was a brother, one that used to never care, so why now!? You just gave up. If he wanted to go, fine. It was horrible. The damn principal talked to you two. He found out about everything, your grades, how close you were to failing, the fights, you being with multiple guys, and getting dress coded for wearing skimpy outfits to school. He doesn't know you are pregnant. It was silent the drive home.