This is my first bleach story on this account or my other, but I hope you all like it. I really hope my girl never turns Mary-Sue. This is just the prologue the actual chapters will be much longer. I hope you all like this, I really do. Review with your thoughts!

Blood in her eyes

"I'm so sick,

infected with where I live

let me live with out this

Empty bliss,

I'm so sick"

Some people say the only way to truly know greatness is to truly know pain. You can not live your life to the fullest without going through some kind of pain. In this world of Shinigami I believe that everyone has had to experience pain in some way. We are in the world of the dead, whether you are born into it or if you come to this world through death it's self, you still know pain. I myself was born into it, I was born to parents who lived to my third year of life before meeting their end. If I said I didn't have anything to do with the death of the two people who cared for me above all others would simply be me fooling myself, and anyone who knew my parents. I think the reason I remember what happened to myself as I three year old was due to the severity of the events that took place.

If I had done as they asked and stayed where I was, if I hadn't have wanted to run about when I was told to stay where I was no matter what happened they would be alive. It wasn't my intentions for anything to happen when I left, I was simply tired of staying cooped up in the small house. Anyone could imagine, a three year old stuck alone in a house all day for a week? I doubt anyone could have done it at that age. Even if I had been told what could happen if I left the house I wouldn't have been able to understand what I was being told.

So I left the house, in the morning before my parents had woken for there early morning chores, now I knew they meant their jobs but I didn't know what a job was then but I knew of chores. I had my own chores to do, make sure the door was locked make sure the windows were closed and remember to make the house pretty for mommy. I ran as fast as my small legs would carry me, I was screaming and laughing, even at that age I suppose I knew it was thrilling to break rules. I was unaware of the people watching me as I ran about in the grass that went up to my knees. What would I have done even if I had seen the men? I was only a child I would have no power over them, I could not fight them.

Nothing in the world mattered to me at that point, it was the first time I had been free. I had never been away from the confining space that was our home or the two feet I was allowed to be outside with my father for a minute . The sounds of the birds, animals around me, everything was new to me. Grass was new the smell of the air was new, I never could have imagined that things could be so different. In my home it was dark an d damp, the only warmth came from my clothes or when I was held by my mother. The patch outside the house was in the shade and dirt covered the ground as it did inside the house.

I was to busy to notice the voices of my parents echoing in the distance. I, however, was the only one not to. The men who had been around me heard their voices loud and clear, my mothers louder then my fathers. My name was called once more and this time I heard it, spinning my small body around I smiled seeing my mothers face. I wasn't afraid of getting into trouble, she was to happy to see me alive and well to be angry. My father walked behind her with a gentile smile on his face, he wasn't a large or strong man, rather sickly and weak. I wonder now how a woman like my mother fell for such a man. She was a beauty, long brown hair, full lips, tan skin, full figure. If she had lived in a better place I'm sure she would have looked much better than she did as it was.

A giggle came from my throat as I took one step towards them. After that second things seemed to pass in slow motion. The scream ripped from my mothers chest as she reached out for me, I wasn't sure what was going on until I felt myself being pushed back and away from my mother. A large man grabbed her by the hair and held her up while another took hold of her robes and ripped them away from her body. My father was dragged over to where I stood. He reached for my mother as the men pulled out knives and began running them over her smooth skin. My eyes followed the paths of the crimson liquid that flowed out of her and down her body to the ground. She screamed out as a knife was shoved into her stomach as the large man put his lips on hers.

My father screamed and launched foreword to hit the man who was kissing my mother. That was the first time I had seen someone die. In less than a second another man grabbed him and ran the knife over his throat sending blood flying over me. I screamed as my fathers blood went into my eyes, I rubbed them trying to stop the burning. I fell down crying trying to wash my eyes out, I don't remember if if actually hurt me or if it was just that I had my fathers blood in my eyes but I was in pain then. The burning stopped in time for me to look up at my mother. She was screaming for me to look away as the large man took his pants off. I closed my eyes as she asked and her screams became for forced more fearful.

I sat back in the dirt wet with blood rocking myself trying to block out my mothers screams, I dug my hands into the dirt screaming as I heard the men laughing around me. Why were they laughing when mommy was in so much pain? I didn't like that. I felt my heart start to beat faster as my hands started tingling. The wet ground under me started to dry as I screamed, getting madder and madder by the second. My daddy wasn't alive, they were hurting my mommy. It was my fault.

With one harsh laugh I heard my mother scream once more before a snap echoed through out the forest. I didn't dare open my eyes, some how I knew my mommy was gone. I heard one of the men scream and my eyes snapped open. All five of them were staring at me. They looked at me like I was the bad one, like I had done something bad. Looking down at the dirt I let my eyes go to the body of my father. He didn't look like him, he looked like a raisin. His bones could be seen as he laid there, all his blood was gone, but there was no blood on the dirt.

They were pointing at me as the large man grabbed one of them, I heard them mutter something about my eyes. Pulling back all of the men ran with the large one away from me. I stood up on shaking small legs and sat next to my mommy pulling her ripped clothes on me laying next to her not letting myself look at her, just like she wanted.

I awoke to the sound of voices, I pulled the ripped robes over me tighter afraid it was the men from before. But this time I heard the voice of a woman along with other men. Their voices muttered together as I tried not to move hoping no one saw me. I felt the robes being lifted off of me as I came face to face with a woman. She had long black hair pulled into a braid that was together over her shoulders, her eyes were soft as the woman who I have known as my mother for the last 100 years spoke to me for the first time, "Don't be scared little one, I'm Retsu Unohana and I will take care of you."