Shattered Angel (Book 1)

Part 1: Meeting Shiro

Author's note: Huge shout out to the lovely FoxyLuvsYaoi for being my editor for this story as well as i-am-absolute1011 for helping with this story. Anyways enjoy!
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Shiro's POV:

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

I groan as I smash my alarm and roll out of bed with a sigh. I stretch out and go to my bathroom thinking to myself. Another day, another beating.

As I finish up my daily routine, I look at myself in the mirror and think. Why? Why does everyone hate me? I look for a while longer trying to figure out what's wrong with me before I shake my head and walk out of my room. I quietly head to the kitchen and start making breakfast for my 'family'.

Now, you must be wondering who I am and what I'm doing. I am Shirosaki Ogichi and I'm making breakfast for my number 1 abusers *cough cough* I mean my family.

Anyways what do I look like you ask? Well, I am a 15 year old albino with eyes that are black where white should be and a golden color where the iris should be. Strange, right? Well that's some of the reasons why my family abuses me. That and because I am gay.

But anyways, I have to get back to making breakfast so I won't get beat too badly. (I honestly have no idea why I did that but oh well :p)

Just as I finish plating the food, I hear an alarm go off somewhere inside the house and put my hood over my head standing next to the table so the others can come down to eat.

I start to hear footsteps whilst I prepare myself for the beatings that are about to take place. "Hey fag. Get over here." I quiver slightly but walk over to my dad ready for a beating.

I keep my head down and I can feel his devilish smirk as he raises up a fist and punches me in the face. My face snaps to the side but then he starts to punch me in the stomach making me collapse.

After a few agonizing hits, he gets on top of me and continues to hit my face and chest again and again. I whimper but I don't say anything as he keeps going.

When he finishes, my mom comes over kicking me several times in my back while my sister yells out hurtful words with every one of my mom's kicks.

"YOU FAGGOT!..... WHY DO I HAVE A WORTHLESS BROTHER LIKE YOU?!?!?!?..... WHY HAVEN'T YOU JUST DIED ALREADY YOU BITCH!"

I took the abuse, tears streaming down my hidden face. As soon as they finished,
they sat down and ate as though nothing just happened and I just stood up despite the pain and limped all the way to my room to patch myself up before school.

I lift my shirt up to see multiple bruises and scars. I take a shaky breath to control my silent sobs as I wrap my upper body in guaze (I have no idea how to spell it) so that I could go to school.

I clean my face putting bandages here and there to cover up the cuts and bruises and look at my time. I let out a shaky sigh and rub my eyes in case of any tears and put my hood up again.

Once I finish, I silently head out and start my painful journey to the second hell hole. School.
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Author's note: Sorry if it is a little short. Like I said, this is my first fanfiction and I haven't written a story in a while so I'm a little rusty. The next chapter will consist of meeting Ichigo. And I hope my soon-to-be fans won't mind me calling you pups. Because I'm gonna say see you later pups!!! ;)