Ever since you were born, you were forced to live in a cramped trailer… with two addicts for parents who were no where near fit to raise children. You had an older brother, Micheal who tended to look out for you when he could, but there was only so much he could protect you from. It was like the universe picked on you and your brother to challenge.

One windy and chilly evening, you came back with your mother from the grocery store. The walk back was cold like her attitude towards you. Inside the musty trailer, you could hear your father yelling at Micheal for leaving his laundry out. Your mother groaned and rubbed her head.

“God damn it- Brad can you keep it down? You’re not the only one living here.”

She snapped sarcastically while you stood there quietly.

“Shut it Lisa- this brat here’s been acting like a fucking pig-!”

He slurred drunkenly as he swayed back and forth, pointing at the floor and your brother like he wasn’t a large contributor to the mess.