He was anxious. We had ran out of chuddle dollops and cheetos, milk, bread, and plates. We almost never went to the store because of what could happen. I mean, it wasn’t even safe in our own house. A teacher could start talking and hurt one of us again. But, went to the store anyways. Like always. Red lit up a cigarette and mumbled some incoherent curses as he drove in the car to the already far away store at a late hour. You both could barely remember days that were recent, like everyday you'd suffer and forget.