Forever Running

My name's Avery. I'm sixteen and live with my foster parents since I was ten. I share a room with my foster brother Jonah, who's eighteen. We used to share a room also with Mikey, but he died last year for 'trying to run away' but we know that's not true. Our foster dad, Eric, kept coming home drunk and that one night Mikey unfortunately was downstairs when he came home. The consequences that Eric might have faced at the bar that night, Mikey had to face. Jonah blames himself for not being there at that moment, but when we did get downstairs, the damage was too severe. So now Jonah's leaving for college and I'm going to be stuck here with 5-8 year olds. Well not necessarily. I'm leaving too. But Jonah doesn't know. Nobody does...