You've been through two homes in the last twelve years. You spent some time in an orphanage. Your first 'family' abused you violently, the second neglected you. You've tried to kill yourself before, when you were nine. Now your fourteen. And since there really isn't much to do, your sitting next to your foster brother on the sofa at 11:26 at night. You could already tell he was being bullied at school from the visible bandages on him, and the way your foster parents seem to be so gentle around him. He looks over at you.