Through the Lens [BTS]

Prolouge

I found myself trying to block it all out. As if when I no longer heard it, it would cease to be true.

I didn't cry. Maybe I should've. She was my mother after all, and I had loved her so much. The truth is I had already accepted it.I was just trying to block out all of the sounds of the people who loved her but couldn't understand that she didn't have any suffering and pain anymore. 

They didn't understand that when I saw her take her last breath she was smiling. They couldn't understand why a six-year-old girl who just lost her mother was smiling and happy at the funeral. They didn't understand and sometimes I wonder how I did.

Maybe I should've cried. Maybe then I wouldn't have been put in a hospital to see if I had any mental problems.

Apparently, I showed signs of schizophrenia but they couldn't diagnose me since I was only six at the time. They told my dad that sometimes listening to music helped a majority of their patients and seeing as I was young, they thought it could help me too. My dad bought me a portable CD player and headphones the same day.

He told my first grade teacher about why I needed to listen to music all the time. She moved me to the back where I couldn't disturb anybody and she basically let me do what I wanted. None of the teachers expected me to listen to what they were saying, so when I had even better grades than before they were shocked.

Since they wouldn't try to teach me I studied a lot on my own which got me ahead of the other students most times. They had to give me extra work to keep me busy. I never had a lot of friends before the incident but I only had one after it happened. He was five years older than me and was already in 6th grade but he never left me.

When I got older the teachers decided to put me in the most advanced classes. I was taking some high school credits in middle school. All of the kids in my classes were judgmental bullies but I didn't care because I had my music and best friend.

As I grew older my music tastes changed and I changed. I need music less and started socializing more. I was still that girl who was weird, but some people had decided to accept that part of me. I was still the one who understood that death released us from the pain people called life. Sometimes I still wondered why.

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Hi! I'm Andy! Thank you so much for reading this. This is my second fan-fiction, but it's my first BTS fan fiction. Please give this book lots of love. Votes and comments will be extremely appreciated. I want to know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 

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 Andy XP.