"Most hearts are alive and beating. My heart is dying and bleeding."

Ulquiorra Schiffer

You could call it an everyday thing. Seeming to always live in the darkness and living with pain your entire life. Forever feeling regret, knowing that there is always something around the corner to scare the living hell out of you for either just a laugh or to stare you down. Wanting to break you until you bleed everywhere and the whole world is forever clean of anything you ever had. Yes...that's life. Simply being afraid of going on and living. Is it really worth it anymore?

It was an average morning...wait, maybe not so average...when a pale teenager named Ulquiorra Schiffer had awoken at 3:00 AM with a gun to his head and his father telling him to get the hell out of the house. Ulquiorra knew that this day would come...he already had bruises and scratch marks everyday due to his father abusing him everyday to begin with.

Ulquiorra was never able to meet his mother. It was a cold winter night when he was six years old and was told that his mother was in his house for a visit. Well, that was all true. Only right when he ran through the door to see her for the first time, his father had shot her in the head at point blank range.

And now...now Ulquiorra is wandering the streets alone in his normal black skinny jeans, Disturbed t-shirt, converse shoes, black fingerless gloves, and his jet black hair brushed down in his face. Being kicked out of his house by his own dad for no reason, watching his mother die right in front of his face, never knowing what having a friend feels like, afraid of living, is a target to everyone...Its these very situations and moments when these thoughts cross over Ulquiorra's mind when it makes him think to himself, 'Why am I even alive?'

Ulquiorra Schiffer is an average seventeen year old with a life and...well, I would say feelings, but his emotions along with his heart basically got ripped right out of his mind and chest long ago. Though, everyday when he gets emotionally hurt, he knows that deep down he's sad...even though he never shows it. Due to him never telling anyone about his problems, this only makes him a bigger target for anyone to pick on him. Why do people pick on him? Well, that's because many people around consider him to be an 'emo fag'.

But its on this very cold snowy night...or morning at 4:00 AM now, he's sitting outside his school, huddled up in a ball with his knees pulled to his chest and his arms tightly wrapped around them as he shivers and stares off into the distance with hopeful deep emerald eyes as if wanting someone to help him. But who would ever want to help him? He knows that everyone thinks of him as a freak because of how deathly pale he is and of his absolutely unnatural 'tear markings' that trail down his cheeks. Like he can help it...he was born this way.

This is what made Ulquiorra afraid to live. Ever since he was a small child, he waited for the day to come when his father would kick him out of the house with nothing. And now...it happened and he's all alone with nobody who cares, will help him, and if anyone even does pay attention to him, will probably just make his life more of a living hell than what it already was...and that...that would be the football team. And their head leader? Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. Ulquiorra hated that sky blue haired, sapphire blue eyed bastard just as much as Grimmjow hated him. Those two were meant to be sworn enemies since birth and they could both swear it.

It was now 7:30 AM and Ulquiorra was asleep on the ground under the utility closet outside the school until someone awoke him to a sharp blow to the back of the head.

He quickly shot up and rubbed his head and looked around, his vision still being set in place and trying to make a clear image...and that's when he heard Grimmjow's voice. "Oi, why ya 'er? Ya lost, freak?!" he then laughs while the other two football members laughed along.

Ulquiorra already had enough abuse at home and now that he didn't have a home, he didn't know where to go...he technically couldn't go to school since there was nobody there to pay for him to go. He then simply stands up and looks down to the ground, that emotionless mask plastered to his deathly pale face without saying a word as he begins walking away from the people that in Ulquiorra's mind, live to make his life hell.

"HEY! YA FUCKIN' WHORE! YA GOIN' TO FIND SOMEONE TO SUCK?" he yells as a group of people stop what they are doing and look at Ulquiorra with narrowed eyes as they mumble, "What a fuckin' freak...he should just go die in a hole. Like I would care."

Ulquiorra just looks over at them and sadness shoots through his eyes like a bullet being shot through a barrel. Nothing like that happened. He's not a whore, man whore, slut, anything. Lets just say that his ex said that he 'had his way with him' and is making up rumours that Ulquiorra did whatever he wanted like a filthy little slut. He then looks down the ground and places his hands in his pockets, shivering while watching as his shoes make tracks in the snow.

Only seconds later when he begins to calm down, a hand is grasping tightly in the back of Ulquiorra's jet black hair and slams him down into the snow face first and keeps him there as he's desperatly pushing on the ground with both hands, trying to push himself back up and kicking at the same time.

When the hand was released, with no hesitation, he got up and quickly rubbed the snow from his now ice cold face while looking up behind up to see who did this, was Grimmjow Jeagerjaques again...all that he could hear was the distant and not so distant laughter from other students, pointing and laughing at him, kneeling on the ground with remains of snow still on his face.

No doubt about it...this blue haired being was indeed trying to ruin his life. Ulquiorra could feel it...and he wasn't going to stop till Ulquiorra wasn't here anymore.

Haiiii! c: I hope you guys liked! ^-^ Chapters on this one. ._. Poor Ulqui. T.T /3