October 1, 1989 was indeed the strangest day for 43 women around the world, one of them being Reagan Farren.

Reagan was in line at the local grocery store buying eggs her mother requested for dinner that night. At one moment she was standing in line waiting for her turn, and the next she was screaming and crying on the floor as her stomach grew bigger and bigger, and she was laying in her own blood. Luckily a nurse was nearby, and she ran over to help Reagan in the middle of the grocery store checkout line.

Soon enough, Reagan had given birth to a beautiful and healthy baby girl. The nurse that had helped Reagan handed her her daughter, Reagan not experiencing the emotions she thought a mother should be feeling when holding her child for the first time. Perhaps it was because this baby came out of nowhere, or that she didn't have the time to grow to love her daughter, or maybe it was just because she was sixteen and didn't want a child; she didn't even have a boyfriend.

"Would you like to give her a name, dear?" The nurse asked Reagan. "Any names you like?"

Reagan shrugged. "I guess I like the names Brianna and Riley..."

"How about a mix of the two? Brileigh?" The nurse suggested as she nodded, Reagan not even looking at her own newborn child. She didn't even have to say it, the nurse knew from the look on her face. She held out her arms with a small nod, Reagan handing her the baby that was no longer hers.

The nurse took Brileigh to the closest orphanage, and she was surprisingly not the first to have done so. A few kids in the area had also been born out of nowhere, and many others around the world; 43 total, to be exact.

Brileigh was put through several foster homes throughout her life; she had lost count by the time she was eight. She wasn't ever really a "troubled kid", she would obey the rules and come home straight after school and do her homework and chores and everything she was asked. Even though Brileigh would do nothing wrong, she would somehow always be mistreated.

As a baby, many of her foster parents fostered her just to see what it was like to have a kid, or because they didn't have any luck trying. But once they realized they didn't want a kid, or finally got lucky to have their own, Brileigh would be sent straight back into the foster care system, and the cycle would start all over again.

After she turned 12, Brileigh was sent to another new foster home. Her foster parents would fight every second of every day they spent together, and if she tried to get either one's attention, they'd hit her and tell her to get out of their faces. She'd go and hide with her three foster brothers, hoping they would protect her from their parents, but instead it was their turn to abuse her body with their own; there was no escaping the physical and sexual abuse.

Finally Brileigh escaped the hell of that foster home, but of course was sent straight to another. This time she was an only child, but due to the small home she lived in, she had to sleep on the Houston's pullout couch.

Mrs. Houston was extremely kind to her, making sure she was alright and comfortable and always well fed. Unfortunately, when Mrs. Houston wasn't home, Mr. Houston wasn't as kind. If she did anything wrong in his eyes, she would be smacked across any part of her body that was exposed, whether it was her face, arms, or legs; she definitely wasn't lucky when it came to the foster homes she was put into.

On her fourteenth birthday, Brileigh spent her afternoon sitting in the Houston's attic, AKA her "secret hideout", attempting to light a match so she could light the singular candle on her homemade birthday cupcake. She smiled down at the little blue frosted vanilla cupcake, closing her eyes and making her wish before blowing out the candle.

A few moments later, she heard the loud pounding of footsteps below her; Mr. Houston was yelling and screaming for her, but she couldn't let him know she'd been secretly using their attic for years as her hiding spot.

She tried to stay quiet, making sure she didn't move or cause any noise; but unfortunately, the smell of her candle gave away her hiding spot. Mr. Houston pushed open the attic door and climbed up, looking Brileigh dead in the eye.

"Mr. Houston, please, I'm so sorry—" Brileigh began, but before she could even finish her sentence, he grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her out of the attic and tossed her down on the hard wooden floor, the impact sending a wave of pain through Brileigh's back.

"Who said you were allowed to be up there?!" Mr. Houston shouted before slapping her across the face.

"I-I'm so sorry," Brileigh began cautiously, her hands guarding her face in case he struck her again. "I'll never do it again, I-I promise."

"Good, because if you do it again, you know what'll happen," Mr. Houston threatened right before kicking her in her side.

And just like every other incident in her foster home, Brileigh's anger had reached the last straw; she couldn't deal with the abuse and mistreatment anymore. She opened her mouth and let out a loud, blood curling scream as if it was an instinct, and everything after that went black, just like usual; this was only the beginning of Brileigh Farren's story.

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A/N: tHiS sUcKeD but so do all of my other prologues so 🤷🏻‍♀️ i just wanted to set up brileigh's past and her story because ya know that's crucial to a character's personality so !! here it is !! my poor bby has been through sm :(

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