Anti-social 🚫 Jjk

Punch

Y/N POV

The weekend had passed so fast as I was already packing up to head back to the university, or what I like to call everyone's hell hole. Everything we do in there is critical for what's to happen next, Fail the Exams you have to either quit or redo the course. It'd funny thinking back at how concentrated I used to be, so focused on what I wanted to do. But then just like that, for a week I was a complete wreak, doing things so unbelievable, I still can't comprehend that I did all those things. Thinking about how I had went to that party, had just made my head hurt.

Walking into the campus, gives me shivers. Things aren't as how I used to precieve things, I experienced more than I had ever imagined. Younger me who never would talk to anyone, who would never dare to try someone that is full of risks, would not believe the things I did. Only talked to four boys, as they were Jungkook, Yugyeom, Taehyung, and Hoseok who was the last of them. realizing slowly not one girl had I ever talked too.

I walk inside of my room to put away everything that I had packed in my backpack. I came early as I had classes today, as some people would forget. Normally I could say was that when I walk into class only half the class shows up. That could only be because there are people who don't think that there are going to be classes the day we come back. I mean there are people who do stay in campus for the weekend but I don't quite understand why people would do that instead of being home. I mean I have far different preferences than other people, or the normal teenager. As I had known knowledge of how the average teenager likes to be away from home and have more freedom. But that wasn't the case for me all I would ever be was home, or Miss.J house. I didn't have friends at school to go over to there house, but even if I did I probably wouldn't have. Jimin was the only person I would ever go to someones house, Not even during high school did I go to another persons house other than my own.

I felt safe at home, with my family. My parents babied me, and I was the only child later on. So that gave me more opportunities of being spoiled. We lived like an average family, we weren't rich but we weren't poor. After my brothers death, they tended to baby me more, always want to be with me and I was okay with it. I always wanted more, but I hated seeing them cry, it would happen at least once or twice once they are around me, they think of what happened in the past. The painful car accident that was the cause of my brothers death. They blame their selves everyday that things could of been different. I wasn't in the car that day I was in the middle of school, as my parents and brother had went out to go to for an eye check up.

It happened fast, my parents didn't go into detail in telling me. All they told me was they had an awful car accident, and that the impact was to much, and unfortunately hadn't made it. The day I found out, I came home to find Miss.J in my house on the phone as tears fell down her cheeks, I wasn't aware of what was going on coming back from my second week in high school, I thought everything would be as any other day. She broke down the news to me, and she was the one to take me to the hospital. They were all in the same room, I cried as I saw all of them in a weak state. Some more than others, my heart stopped seeing worse damage was upon my brother. surgery had to be done on all of them as they said that pieces of glass had been pierced into them. But that just wasn't just it for my brother. He had gotten a huge whiplash as it caused a traumatic brain injury as well as his spinal cord had been severely damaged, and had a torn ACL that caused internal bleeding.

My brother was suppose to graduate that year, he was a honor roll student with spectacular grades. He wasn't able to make it, I made it my life goal to accomplish what he wasn't able to finish. It was the least I could do for him, I wanted to do this for me and him to give me some sort of closure that I could maybe find. After he died I thought I was going crazy, I kept thinking it was because I had missed him so much. I thought that i was seeing him, I would talk to him for months, my parents thought I was crazy. they said I was talking to no one, No one was there. They knew that we were all going through our own ways of grief but it had felt so real to me. It felt like he was actually there with me, my mind made it up all those fake conversations to keep me sane with myself. The lost was unbearable, I told miss. J everything, she didn't think I was crazy, she thought that was the way of me coping with the loss. Maybe it was but I would kill to have that moment just one more time with him for old time sake.