A/N: This story is being transferred from Wattpad to here because I want to spread my story to others. It has come to my attention that last time, there were tons of coding for some reason so I'm taking a different approach. Also, I will try to update this every week or every other week. Anyways, enjoy!

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 an 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.

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 sat as though nothing just happened an I just stood up despite the pain and limped all the way to my room to patch myself up before school.

I clean my face putting bandages here and there to cover up the cuts and bruises an 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 finished, I silently head out and start my painful journey to the second hell hole. School.

Story Word Count: 508
Total Word Count: 627
Published Date: 7-19-2018

A/N: Sorry for this being so short and awkward. This was my first time writing fanfiction and I want to keep it as it was originally with only a few changes. Thank you to those who read this and I'll hopefully see you next week!