So, this is a bit strange and I know I'm jumping everywhere in this biography, but. This has gotta be told (well, not really, but, ya know. *wheeze*)

It started with my mother, finding her dead like that (see other chapter for explaining) and then, after my grandmother adopted me, she died in my room when I was around 10? 11? Can't really recall my age.

I was actually sleeping until I woke up to her falling in my room. I got up quickly, because I usually could help her up, but she had stopped breathing, so I shouted for my grandpa to call 911. (I was stupid okay? I was also panicking and didn't want to leave my grandma's side nor did I wanna sound stupid on a phone.)

Not long after, I had ran back over to my bed, hiding under my covers because I was scared... Just... Plain scared, heh.

The medics came rushing in, which was a bit alarming because they went right to work. After she her a few times, on of the guys look up and see me peaking out from under the cover, his eyes widen and he motions towards another dude who turns towards the dude, who nods my direction.

The first on that notices me was given the signal to go escort me out of the room... After that, my mind goes blank.

Then, after endless hours and days of waiting in the hospital, someone had to pull the line...

She was gone, her heart wasn't making it. My aunt always told me grandmother died from heartbreak, the biggest fear of mind— to admit.

Can such pain inflicted upon a woman do such a thing? Sure it can, I'm guessing.

But after grandma passed away, no one wanted me again. So my grandma took me in, but we lived in the same house... I slept in the same room my grandma died in.

Weird I know, but the house wasn't that big and my brother Hunter was there lol. I was a bratty little child, always thinking I was the ruler of the house and my brothers were peasants among me xD

Legit, spoiled child. Anything I wanted was handed to me. But, life changes and so do people, remember that. :)

I may seem cold sometimes, but deep down, I am a caring person. I... Just may not know how to show it during some awkward moments. Lol...

Anyway! *waves hand* Grandpa adopted me... And of course, not even a year or two after... He starts getting... Sick... Body shutting down, organs failing.

It was a living nightmare, so to say. Papa wasn't even able to get out of bed... I forgot what happened... But he screamed at me, a 13 year old child who knew no life skills (lol) to call 911.

He said a few rude names, but he was in pain, that's understandable. This memory is very fuzzy, but he did end up going to the hospital and I think I was left at home with my second oldest brother Hunter.

(May change the names, dunno yet)

But not long after, my aunt came over after my graduation from Elementary School and summer was here. She told me that she was gonna stay with me at the house until Papa got better....

What I didn't know was... He wasn't getting better... He was in a Nursing Home now and I was being transitioned into my aunt's house, but it took a few months.

Shortly after, my grandpa died too, and guess what?

No one wanted me.

Again.

I was about to be sent to a foster home until my aunt stepped in and took me. But thankfully she is still alive YuY after over 6 years of turning this devil child into a slave— I mean, good adult, I am thankful, in a way.

Thanks for still reading my crappy bio lol. Don't forget to vote or comment how you relate. I'd love to hear your story as well.

:P