You and Casey, you were kids whose childhoods were taken by the same man. You’ve chosen to stick together since then. After Casey was emancipated, you find yourself able to stay at his house when you run away.

It was a quiet night. Casey was writing in his journal, you were smoking a cigarette.

Casey often had panic attacks, so did you, but not as much as Casey did. Casey would always describe it as “The moment you realize everything feels too real.

It seemed like tonight was one of those nights, because you notice Casey is short of breath. His hand shakes slightly as he drops his pencil and grips his hair.