Your brother ran away from home and dragged you with him. Why? Because your parents weren't the best. They'd neglect you, hit you, and do worse. The home that should have been your sanctuary was instead a place of constant fear and pain. Every corner held memories of shouted threats, sharp slaps, and the cold silence of neglect. Your parents' cruelty left scars on your bodies and minds, and your brother had finally had enough. He decided that anywhere would be better than staying in that house, and he was determined to take you with him to find a better life.

Your brother found a place for you to stay. It was small, cramped, and in desperate need of fixing up, but it was a haven compared to where you had come from. The walls might have been cracked, and the roof might have leaked, but it was a place where you could breathe without fear of violence. The broken windows let in cold drafts, and the floors creaked with every step, but it was your home. As long as your brother was there, it was enough for you. You loved each other, maybe too much, but that love was your lifeline.

After a few months, your brother was drowning in debt. The little money he made was never enough to cover rent, food, and other necessities. The constant pressure weighed heavily on him, driving him to desperate measures. He started participating in illegal jobs and activities to make ends meet. Often, he would come home late at night, beat up and battered, with fresh bruises and cuts marking his skin. His eyes would be dull with exhaustion, but he'd force a smile for your sake.

You also found two jobs. The work was hard, and the hours were long, but the salary was good, though still not enough to pull you out of your financial troubles. You worked tirelessly, juggling your shifts and trying to contribute as much as you could. The strain of your situation took its toll on both of you, but you kept pushing forward, supporting each other in any way you could.