RANDOM RANTS!! (I need to vent)

INTRODUCTION/ ABOUT ME

Hello, fellow and few people reading this. The next many lines will be about me and my sad and tragic life so far. And yeah. Read on if you'd like.

    Name: Cherry (no I'm not saying my real name, ya creep)
    
     Backstory: I grew up with a nice house, my family, and my cat (oh and fish). I lived in that house since I was born and I loved it. When I grew older from this haven I was in, a lot of things happened, mostly bad. We just got new neighbors, and let me say this, they were the definition of psycho. They started it off nice, but then the more I socialized and hung out, I started seeing that something was not going to end well. It started off with the oldest- Let's call her A-hole because she was one- made a finger gun at my brother's head and "shot" it. I over think things, so I thought that she wanted to hurt my brother. All I remember doing after that was virtually dragging my brother home because I didn't want anything happening to him. After that one single event, a lot of other incidents occurred. To name a few, they stole some of our outside toys, stole our mail, ding-dong ditched us at 3 in the morning multiple times (I may or may not have broke their doorbell after slamming my fist into it at 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 in the morning on the same day but anyway). There's a lot more on that, but I'm going to move on. Next, the school I was going to, started off ok, then went severely downhill after the principle retired. Dear gods, that place was worse than hell, because hell can't be that bad with all the gays and- ANYWAY. All this crap happened like me getting bullied for being a boy, tomboy, attention digger, etc. I also had to protect my brother as much as I could because he was a fragile child and I am the Mom friend/sibling, so I took a lot of beatings from students and sometimes teachers. Oh, and did I mention that I was only in second grade when all of this happened? Yeah, so I matured a lot earlier than most people.
After this huge fiasco, my mom and dad decided to move. It took a while to find a home, and we had run-ins with pretty horrid homes, like the rainbow house with maggots in the fridge, another small house with moss  and fungi growing out of the carpet in one room, and many others that scared me. Badly. There was this one house though that I loved, but it sold. Anywho, to shorten it, it took a while, but we found a house, and had to call a sheriff on the woman living there because she wouldn't do something g or other, blah blah blah. I moved into a new school and met a few people, had a good time, all that jazz. That is, until Miss.Psycho Neighbor's one of ten children decided to join the same school as me. I was forever scarred about everything that happened, so when I heard this devastating news, I had my first bad panic attack. At the time, I didn't know that I had anxiety disorder or disease. I then later got tested and it's not good. So I had to avoid her, and everything went smoothly. Again, another turn of events. But this one wasn't one easy to push aside, even now. My best friends, Soph and Rachel. We were very close, with a few other friends we hung out with. It was the weekend and I was over Rachel's house with Sophia. It was getting late into the night, and we were getting ready to go to sleep. Rachel's brother came in and made sure we were alright, said goodnight, then all was well. The next day I went home, spent Sunday chilling, the came Monday. It was an ordinary day, driving to school with my mom, my brother already dropped off. We were about a turn or two away from the school when my mom got a call. It was from Rachel's mom. The previous day, I didn't get a single text or call from Rachel, so I thought she was busy. I was wrong. Very wrong. My mom answered, and after a few "oh no"s and a final 'I'll have to tell Cherry'. She hung up, and started to tell me what happened in a cracking tone. Rachel's brother had committed suicide. When I heard this, my heart felt like it stopped and started going a mile a minute. My senses were blocked by my heartbeat, and my eyes were streaming with tears. I arrived at school with my head down, not a word spoken. Everybody was crowding me, asking what was wrong. Later that day my teachers told everyone what happened. All my emotions were mixed and increased by 10. If someone didn't look like they felt sympathy or cared at all in my eyes, I grit my teeth and glared daggers. If someone looked at me with too much sympathy in their eyes, I would try and change the way I looked. I was a mess. To this day I feel like it was my fault for his death.
So I'm going to leave it at that for now, only because I don't want to share all of my ☆Tragic Backstory☆ right now. I'll come back to this tomorrow though.  Seeya. ~Cherry