The Afterlife: A BTS Story

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(Mary's POV)
(CONSTANT MISGENDERING!!)

I was now alone backstage. They all had to run a quick practice before they needed to get changed. Jin said I could explore this gigantic maze of a stadium if I didn't touch anything while they went to work.

I walked touching everything. Did I know what this stuff was? No. Did I care? No.

He was going to trust that I would never try to cause trouble. But I'm the biggest trouble maker here. And when I say the biggest, I mean nationally in the U.S. I had to come here under a false name, and I'm honestly shocked none of those fans knew who I was from the news.

As I walked past a room that appeared to have nothing in it, I heard soft shuffling.

I checked the side of my thigh to feel that my gun was still there and abruptly opened the door.

And there was that woman. The one who clearly liked Seokjin. Tch, tramp.

(MISGENDERING BEGINS HERE)

"Um, who are you? And how'd you get in here?" She stuttered a bit at my presence. She knew exactly who I was.

"Really Angel? Why are you playing dumb with me? Has it been that long? Did I miss a few family reunions?" I said that in a really rude tone, but I meant it.

"Family reunion? I don't know who you are or what you're talking about. Could you please just leave, this is the staff lounge room, and I don't believe your staff-. WAIT, HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?! WHO ARE YOU?!"   I sighed some, trying not to pull out my gun and just shoot her.

"Do you really not remember me? What happened to us? We used to be the best dancers on the floor."

I crept closer to the already scared woman who was slowly backing away. Eventually, she hit the wall, keeping her eyes on me. Scared wide eyes. I glanced down at the steak knife that was lying on the table. Not only did she look down at it as well, but attempted to grab it. Both our hands snatched for the blade, but I ended up reaching it first. I examined it closely. Sharp enough to slit a throat. She starred immensely at me and the knife.

I stepped closer towards her causing her jump slightly but she had no where to go. I grabbed her chin roughly and smiled. I glided the cold, silver knife, down her jawline. I laughed at her scared and stricken body trembling with fear. How pretty.

I nicked her chin making her wince in pain. I removed the knife from her face and threw it on the floor, far from which she could reach.

"That's what mom always called us, her little ballerinas. That ring a bell?"

Her eyes wandered in time for a moment until they rose to meet mine. "Maryland?" She spoke softly while approaching me.

"Tch." I walked across the room and picked up the knife stabbing it into the table in which it had previously lied on. I glared at the younger who was taken back by the sudden sound. "It's just Mary now."

She squinted softly.
"Oh. How did you get out, I thou-"

"It's none of your business. You wanted me in there didn't you?"

"Mary, you know that was mom."

"Tch, YOU HELPED MOM PUT ME IN JAIL FOR HER MISTAKES" I yelled sending echoes throughout the whole stadium. I'm sure everyone heard that. Great.

"Mary, it was an accident. Please, just list-" she stepped towards me with her hand held out as if I was some lost child. But she doesn't know me, I wasn't that innocent, adolescent girl I was before.