It all started…well..in preschool.

The bell rang for school to be released for the day. As the children filed out in groups they headed to their loving families who greeted them warmly. Smiles and kisses were passed around as the children each got into their individual cars and drove away. Snow fell gently and calmly on the ground, which was already covered in the stuff from earlier in the day. One boy in particular began walking down the very long sidewalk, heading home from another day. He had ash black hair that contrasted with the snow quite beautifully. He had one big cerulean blue eye that looked like that of the splashing ocean at midnight; shone brightly as he dashed through the thick crystal-like snow to his home. His other eye covered by a black eye patch. He didn't know what was so wrong about his eye, but his parents said he could never ever take it off, so he didn't. He didn't have many friends at school because they were scared of his eye patch. So he was usually found by himself. He wasn't properly dressed for the snow. Even though when living in England this type of weather is expected. His small jacket and shoes with no socks caused shivers to run through his body. He was almost home.

"Mommy! Daddy!" The child yelled happily as he burst through the door trying to warm up from the cold. He pulled off his shoes and tightened his jacket as he ran to the living room where his parents not so kindly ignored his earlier call. "Look it!" He pulled out a crumpled painting from his book bag. "Look what I made today mommy! It's a painting of us- "I'm trying to sew right now Ciel" She stated coldly. The boy paused for only a second before trying to persuade his mother again. "Mommy I made this for you and daddy! Guess which ones you!" He giggled happily before his mother began stabbing the painting with her tiny needle and saying, "Ciel I told you I'm busy. Now go to your room and stay there until dinner! You will not get any snack and you will not bother us understand? She practically yelled at the child. Holding back his tears that had begun to form in his eyes he nodded sheepishly and exited to room to his bedroom with his father saying nothing.

Sitting in the bedroom the crystal tears continued to fall from the 4 year olds small sobs were muffled from the sound of his pillow. He heaved and sighed before continuing to cry. Why did his mommy and daddy hate him so much? He certainly loved them. Why didn't they ever come get him from school? He didn't live that far away or his teachers wouldn't let the 4-year-old child walk. But when he saw the other children run up to their mothers and fathers getting warm hugs and hearing them say "I love you!" and "I missed you!" Why couldn't Ciel get that kind of love?

Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive.

The child of Rachel and Vincent Phantomhive, who where well known aristocrats of England. Ciel always loved them. He got them small tokens of appreciation like picking a pretty flower he'd find on his way home, or the painting he made at school which was now full of small tears and holes. It didn't matter once it was ruined; like the flower which was thrown in the fireplace.

Your parents are cruel. A voice said. Ciel jumped and backed to the headboard. "W-who a-are you?" Ciel choked. Your friend. The voice replied. "Where a-are you? Are you God?" He whispered the last word. The voice chuckled No. Quite the opposite. "What's your name?" The child asked curiously. Sebastian. "Can I talk to you again?" Of course. If you need me, just call my name. Goodbye Ciel. "Goodbye" Ciel said dumbly. Not even thinking of how he knew his name. Just pleased he had someone to talk to.

Once the tears stopped (which took all the way up to dinnertime) Ciel was called for dinner. He was so hungry since he wasn't allowed to eat a snack. Maybe his loving parents had made a delicious dinner for him?

No.

It shouldn't have even been considered dinner. More like…frozen food in a plastic container. He watched his mother heat it up in the microwave and hand it to Ciel before going to sit with Vincent. Ciel wasn't allowed to eat with his parents; he eats in the other room by himself. Once he called and asked to say grace but his parents said no. When they thought he couldn't hear he heard them say, "God doesn't love you. You don't deserve to be blessed." He never understood what that meant until he was older.

After dinner he had to clean his mess up and take a bath. He was never good at cleaning himself because no one told him to "keep the conditioner out of your eyes". He cried more when it stung like crazy and he tried washing it out. Then he would go to his bedroom and crawl into bed with no story and no goodnight kisses. Once he quietly started to pray but his father beat the wall harshly and screamed "Ciel! Stop talking! NOW!" You could guess that more tears came and continued through the night. Breakfast was quiet and then Ciel was rushed to school where the cycle would begin again.

Ciel thought something was wrong with him since his parents acted differently than the other parents. It wasn't until he questioned his parents that his life fell into a deep thick black abyss where he would be trapped forever.

Asking his mother "Mommy? Why do you and daddy hate me? Is it because I always want to talk to God? I love God like I love momm- "SHUT UP!" His mother spat at him "You are FORBIDDEN to say Gods name ever! Now get out of my sight!" He walked around the corner and heard his father come in "Honey what's wrong?" His mother was crying. "Why?" she sobbed, "why did I give birth to that monster!" She continued to cry as Vincent's expression went cold. "CIEL!" he roared.

Ciel ran quickly to his room and closed the door. Ciel hid under the covers like the truly scared child he was. Vincent burst through the door and saw the shivering blankets on the bed. He didn't need to pull the blankets off. He simply shoved the lump off the bed onto the floor.

Ciel crashed onto the floor with a "thud". He let out a cry of pain but was already tearing up when he got to his room. Vincent walked over the still covered boy and ripped the blanket off. "You" he murmured. "You made my wife cry you creature." He brought back his foot and landed it on Ciel's ribcage. More kicks were delivered to his body. He was lifted by his hair and thrown across the room. Crashing into the wall and falling to the floor Ciel cowered into the corner. Vincent threw three shoes at the boy, called him a nasty name and stomped out of the room.

The name then rung in Ciel's ears for the rest of his life..

"Demon."

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The strange beatings occurred almost every day for almost 6 years until he was 10 years old. All the while he would silently sit in his room and talk to the mysterious voice in his head. Sebastian seemed quite nice. He always took Ciels side and Ciel felt warmth when he talked to Sebastian. But his life didn't change much from that. His mother came home and was just bored so she decided to throw her large hot curling iron at him when he got out of the shower. She then pressed in roughly to his side until it left a nasty, red, brand in him. He screamed in agony as she continued to dig her nails into his scalp and pulled him to his feet. "Get out" she spit. He ran to his room. "Sebastian!" Ciel yelled desperately yes Ciel? Wh-where are you? Are you even real? Can't you help me? Please! I just want to leave! Help me! Leave. Runaway. You'll be safe. I promise. The promise waved through Ciels head. He ran to his room and packed a small bag. He then secretly stole a few things to eat. He couldn't find any aloe for his burn so he sprinkled some water on it and wrapped some bandage around his middle. Almost out the door Ciel grabbed as much clothing he could throw on. It was snowing outside. He was so proud he almost made it out the door before his father pulled up into the driveway.

"Shit" he muttered silently. He turned and ran back up to his room looking for some escape.

The window..

Sebastian told him. He threw open the window and jumped to the nearby tree. "aahh!" The ice on the branch dug into his nimble hands and blood began to dye the snow red. Ciel fell to the snow and ran down the street as fast as he could. He only made in 4 blocks before his asthma started acting up Damnit! Where's my inhaler! He searched through his bag but he felt like he was dying. His lungs weren't taking in the air and he thought he stopped breathing. Ciels small frame shook violently as he coughed and fell over. The last thing he saw was a black clad man with blood red eyes staring at him from across the street.