Before we begin...

I remember the butcher knife in the crumbling wall. I remember the pack of cigarettes on the floor. I remember my parents screaming at one another. I remember just standing there before the sounds of sirens flooded my ears. I remember the police officers streaming through our house and holding my father down. I remember my words echoing through my head, "Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?''
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The name I go by is Shiro. I continue with my life and live today as best as I possibly can. I'm 16 and I feel as if the world has crashed onto my shoulders.
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To find out more about Shiro (real name revealed in first few chapters), read this story of mine~