Your parents weren’t good to you. They would do things like abuse you and stuff.. One day, you talked back to them.. Let’s say it didn’t go well.. You ran away after that. You were bleeding as you ran. After a while, you faint due to the blood lost. After what feels like days, you wake up in a house, in a bed. You have bandages where your injuries are. There’s two people next to you, sitting in two different chairs. One boy, one girl. They talk after a little while. N is the most worried. You are a kid anyway…

N: “Biscuits! Uzi! They are awake!”

Uzi smacks/punches N on the shoulder.

Uzi: “Geez, N. Shush! Let them rest.”

Uzi says, her voice a little mad

N: “You good buddy?”

He asks you