-Seto's POV-

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock beeping merrily.

With every beep I gritted my teeth until I fumbled around and turned it off. I got up and stumbled over to my wardrobe, pulling out my usual outfit: blue skinny jeans, white long sleeve tshirt, purple zip hoodie, navy Converse and white headband.

I quickly got dressed and stared at my reflection in the wardrobe mirror. A pale, haggard looking boy with dark eyes and messy, dusty-brown hair looked back with a sad frown on his scrawny face.

I combed through my hair with my fingers and slipped my headband over my head, holding my hair in place. I went downstairs to the kitchen, bracing myself before going through the door.

"Morning faggot," a deep husky voice said from the far end of the table.

I stared at the floor and made my way over to the fridge. I pulled out a carton of eggs and went over to the stove.

As I fried the eggs I sighed, and looked over to the clock on the wall. I had just over an hour before school, so I quickly finished cooking the eggs and slide them onto a plate.

Cringing slightly as I placed the food down in front of my dad, I sat at the other end of the table, fiddling with my thumbs.

Please be ok, please be ok...

An angry grunt come from the other side of the room.

"You forgot the salt you useless piece of shit!"

My dad picked up the plate and hurled it straight at me. I ducked just in time and it hit the wall, egg splattered all over it.

"Pick that up faggot, then get your worthless ass over here!" I trembled slightly as I cleared up the mess, trying to prepare myself for what was to come. I felt his eyes eyes boring into me as I cleaned.

As soon as I put he last bit of the mess into the bin, he grabbed me by the crook of my elbow and yanked me over to the foot of the stairs.

Throwing me onto the floor, I closed my eyes and waited for the beating. He gave me a swift kick in my gut, knocking the wind out of me and making my stomach lurch.

I had learnt by now not to react, but I couldn't help but retch after he kicked me again in the same place, making bile rise to my mouth.

I swallowed it down and grimaced. Realising my mistake as he pulled me up by my shirt collar, I stared wide eyed as he took off his belt.

He grinned as he dropped me back down so I was on my knees. A sharp pain electrified my back with a loud slapping noise, causing me to cry out and my limbs spasm.

He hit me with it again until after the fifth time he stopped. I curled up into a ball, my face blank and showing no emotion. He bent down and pulled my head up, whispering in my ear.

"You're nothing but a waste of space, a disease, a pathetic, weak-ass faggot. Now get out."

And with that he let go and walked out, slamming the kitchen door as he went in.

I just lay there for a few seconds before getting up. I dusted myself off and grabbed my backpack. Putting my hood over my eyes I started to walk to school.

Why can't my life be normal? Why did I have to be such a loser? Why can't I just be happy?

I know the answer - because I don't deserve it.

I was lost in my thoughts, when suddenly I walked into something, or rather someone.

"Hey, watch where you're going loser!" a tall muscular boy hissed. He had black slicked-back hair and a sneer on his face.

Behind him stood two shifty-looking boys, looking equally menacing. I lowered my head and tried to walk past, but Slick-hair grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

"I said watch where you're going! Answer me faggot!" he hissed again, slamming me back into the brick wall behind.

The other two grinned idiotically, and all three of them surrounded me. The slick-haired boy had me pinned against the wall by my throat, my feet off the ground.

"Looks like we'll have to teach this faggot some manners, huh boys?" he grinned, his hushed voice like daggers as he smirked evilly at me.

The other two laughed and edged closer towards me.

I was trapped.

The one on the left was the first to attack, punching me square in the face. I saw stars as I felt a warm liquid pour down my chin.

My vision blurred as the boy holding me pulled back his free fist and hit me in my right eye, causing my head to smack into the brick behind with a sickening crack.

They laughed and dropped me. I collapsed to the ground and watched as they walked off sneering.

"See ya around faggot!" they called, laughing and rounded the corner. As soon as they were gone, I tried to get up.

Suddenly, I heard someone yell out and footsteps coming my way. I looked up groggily to see a blurred figure running over to me.

I flinched and closed my eyes as he reached me. He bent down, studying me frantically.

"Hey, are you ok dood?" he asked, concern in his voice. I still didn't look at him but nodded, and sat up, leaning against the wall for support.

I was only then that I opened my eyes and saw him.