BoA's irrational and impulsive personality throws many people off. People who know her often try to avoid (or kill) her because they know she brings trouble. No one knows why she acts that way though.
To be honest BoA isn’t entirely sure herself, that is until a hard hit to her head caused her to remember why.
The personality she has isn’t really her, that’s not how she truly is, that’s not what she wanted to be.
It's all his fault.
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Darkness. That’s all BoA saw as she looked around the quite house. Things were thrown about and out of place, you would have thought they were robbed, but they weren’t. There was a crashing in the kitchen and BoA hesitantly made her way there, peeking in to see her brother throwing raiding th cupboards and throwing what little food they had in a bag. “Oppa…what are you doing?” She asked from the doorway. Her brother gave a small glance before he returned to the cupboard, giving a disgruntled grunt when he couldn’t find anything else. Harshly grabbing the bag he walked past BoA and out of the kitchen, leaving her question unanswered until she spoke up again. “Oppa…what’s going on?” The Young BoA fallowed her brother through the small house, watching him pick up things and either throw them to the ground or toss them in the bag. “I’m leaving.” He said and BoA just stared at him through the darkness, her mind trying to comprehend what he meant. “Leaving? Where?” She asked and he stopped to look over at her again. They were in their small shared bedroom now and he gave a sigh, sitting on one of their beds. “I don’t know, but I’m not staying here.” BoA remained confused, “are dad and I going too?” She asked and he just gave a small huff. BoA’s heart sank. “No.” Her eyes began to fill with tears as she rushed over to her brother, desperately clinging to his arm. “Don’t go! Don’t go without me… if you’re leaving…take me with you! Don’t leave me alone!” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks but he just shrugged her off and stood. “It’s boring here.” He said coldly, looking down at her a she continued to cry, “I’m bored, moms dead and dads never around. I’m stuck watching you all the time and you’re no fun.” He said, a small smirk tugging on his lips. “I’m done living a boring life,” and with that he pushed BoA aside and walked out of the room, slinging the bag over his shoulder. The young girl stood there and continued to sob for a few moments before she heard their front door slam. Quickly she turned, sprinting to the front of the house to desperately try and stop her brother from leaving her alone, but he was gone, already half way down the street with no way for BoA to catch him. She was alone. He had left her and now she had nobody, because he was right, their mom was dead and dad never around. She was alone.
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It was that day that changed everything. It was that day that made BoA the way she was today. Before that day she was a normal girl, she cared about others and had friends, it was her brother who was always cold and looking for entertainment, but after that day…. She was masking her loneliness in the way her brother masked his pain. She turned into him.
She hated the way her brother acted, always hurting people for entertainment. But she was no better, not anymore, in fact she was probably worse.
But there’s nothing she can do about it. She's too far gone.
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