Young Bo-A stood in the doorway of their run down house, watching as her older brother sprinted away, never looking back. She stood in the doorway for what seemed like forever. She cried, prayed, hoped he'ed come back, but he never did. Rain had started to fall before she finally dragged herself back into the house. Her red stinging eyes scanned about the room, taking in the scene of what her life would now be. A whole lot of nothing, with no one there. She was alone, completly alone.
It was that day on Bo-A made sure to keep it that way.
The little girl that was standind on their shabby porch that day crying was a bit older now. The people she once called her friends were glaring at her like she was scum, not that she cared. No she actully enjoyed the hatful glares her use to be friends gave her, because that ment she didn't have to worry about them leaving her, they were already gone. Lips pulled up into a smirk she laughed as they ran from her, calling her a monster. Calling her in human. She took on all the names with laughter. t wasn't until one of them yelled, 'You're just like your brother!' that she broke down crying.
No, she didn't want to be like him.
A few years later Bo-A was now a young women, but even more detached. No one talked to her, no one got close, because nothing good happened if you did. 'She's trouble,' everyone would say, but it wasnt a lie. She was trouble and truth be told Bo-A, no, BoA liked it that way. Trouble kept people away, it kept her alone. Kept her undisapointed. But as she kept up the facade began to become more then just a hoxe. It became so real now that as she watched a male get beat up by another, the words 'just like your brother,' didn't regiseter.
To her, she had no brother.
A few years later and its reeping time. Crowds gather with groans and tears, praying it wont be them being picked. BoA scoffed. Everyone was worried about leaving, whether it be themselves or family, but didn't they know it would happen eventualy? Standing in her line, arms cross bordly staring at the annoucer. The words 'I'm tiered of living a boring life' echoed through her head. Not even thinking about it her hand flew up and she was stepping out of line.
"I valenteer, this place is getting.... boring"
The next year seemed to flash by. BoA making more enemys, enjoying the hatred she gets. It shows scenes of her bloodied and bruised body, but still she loved it. But then the scenes started to slow. It wasn't until her first break down after tricking Bom that it started to acure maybe the way she acts was wrong. After that day more experiances were happening and she found herself quetioning why she did what she did. why was she like this?
Then she remembered.
Young BoA came back, memories of her brother leaving. of her friends glaring. Of others never aproching. She chased them away and belittled them.
She was like him
She doesnt want to be like him.
(Some of this wont make since unless you read the first part so here you go~)
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