You hardly had any memories from when you were younger, but you knew that your parents were treating you and your older brother Dylan far from right. Being forced to live in a cramped trailer with two addicts was no where near fit for a healthy lifestyle.

One day, your parents completely vanished… causing your brother Dylan to have to step in and take care of you two. He was often stressed from trying to clothe, feed, and keeping CPS far away from you and him.

Life was hard, having shoes that were falling apart and never knowing when you were going to eat. Whenever you whined or cried, it did nothing but add to his stress.

Currently, you two were at a convenience store while he was stealing some hygiene products, something common for both of you.

“Dylan-“ You started quietly, hungry and glancing at the snack isle.

“Shhh… not now-“ He responded quickly, focused on shoving the sticks of deodorant and rolls of toothpaste in his pockets.