Breeanna heard an alarm going off for school, reached out, and tried to slap the top of it to turn it off. The annoying beeping needed to die! She didn't feel like getting up, but then an annoying poking repeatedly assaulted her side. Her bed also felt decidedly uncomfortable and prickly. Who the heck felt like it was a good idea to repeatedly poke her in the side? She frowned and rolled away from the offensive poking, only to feel it continue lower on her leg. She frowned and mumbled out expletives while kicking at the offender. A small squeak could be heard and then the pitter-pattering of fast footsteps ran away.
Deep in the back of Bree's mind, she felt the nagging sensation that something was very wrong. However, deep exhaustion engulfed her, sucking her back down again and pushing those feelings aside. Bree sighed and hunkered down to fall into a heavy blissful sleep once more. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of wind and light tweeting of birds from some distance away. It was incredibly soothing and soon she was back in a deep sleep.
What seemed like only moments later, but could have been hours, Bree felt the horrible sensation of her world tilting. At first, she thought that she must be sick, and her body tried to make that sensation also part of her dream. In her dream, she had stopped on her way home from school to visit a park that was on her way home. She felt nostalgia, happiness, and the deep sadness of loss and regret. She looked around the empty playground and climbed up the ladder to the slide. She waited on the top of the slide looking down with tears pouring down her cheeks and obscuring her vision. Leukemia, her dad's assistant told her about her test results over the phone. Her parents wouldn't be back from their trip for a couple of months, so the assistant just called the school during lunchtime to let her know. Breeanna requested to come home early because she didn't want to be around other people right now.
That moment with everyone looking at her tear-covered cheeks while she ran out of the office was the beginning of the end of the person she had been. She had always been the good girl, the smart girl who got good grades, the girl who never caused anyone any trouble. She had been the invisible girl that everyone had taken for granted. What had that gotten her? She had been alone and misunderstood. Now she would also be the girl who is dying. Why her? Why was she the girl who was dying early and didn't get to think about a beautiful future with infinite possibilities ahead of her? What did good grades give her? It's not like she had a future ahead of her where they would matter. At that moment, she decided that she would live life differently from then on. After all, she didn't have anything to lose since her cancer was too far gone to make a comeback.
Bree felt a jiggling sensation and slipped down the cold metal of the slide and at the bottom felt herself painfully slam into a wall of bars. Bars? She blinked her eyes in confusion and opened them, rubbing her face to make sure that she wasn't still sleeping.
She had been reliving the world of her previous life. In that world, she had been the only daughter of a socialite couple who had never wanted kids. She had been the overly skinny, pasty white, sickly girl with carrot-orange hair and awkward facial features. Her mom had been a famous actress and Breeanna's existence had hurt her pride. She had been a good representation of what her mother had looked like before multiple cosmetic surgeries and regular visits to the beautician. Bree's appearance had almost ruined her mother's career and caused her parents emotional hardship. Her dad was a very prominent CEO and it was a matter of pride that he had such an attractive and sought over woman as his wife. He hadn't known about the extent of her surgeries until that moment.
Cloe had been purposely trying to avoid becoming pregnant for this reason and had intended to get an abortion directly after finding out about her pregnancy, but in the end, the press leaked her pregnancy and there was no helping the situation after that. After Breeanna's appearance had been leaked by the press, her mother almost gave up on her there and then, insisting that she had a different daughter, but there were also no other babies that they could substitute her for at that time. The damage was done, and so they tried to insist that Breeanna got her looks from a distant relative. In reality, she almost looked like her mother's twin.
It had greatly hurt his pride since he wouldn't have given the woman with her original appearance a second glance. For this reason, he had considered suing Cloe but was afraid of public opinion. In the end, he settled on avoiding his unsightly daughter and tried to forget about her existence. Her mother was indeed a charmer though, and once she got Micheal alone, she managed to seduce him once more. So, in the end, both of her parents settled on avoiding Breeanna's unsightly appearance and tried to forget about her existence.
As the cancer progressed, Breeanna could sense that her parents were joyful that she was dying. Her body became more skeletal and her skin became so white that it was tinted blue. Her parents stopped coming home and instead hired a maid to take care of her daily needs. The maid had to sign an agreement that they wouldn't speak about anything that they saw during that time. Breeanna was forbidden to leave the grounds of her home while she wasted away into nothing and with any luck died quickly. That was her parent's way of thinking in her past life. In this life, she wasn't entirely sure which of her mom's similar-looking twenty-five boy toys was her dad and her mom had sold her off. Was she much better off in this life than the last? Somehow she wasn't so sure. Perhaps this was death's way of getting her back for cutting her misery short in her past life.
Her little five-year-old-looking body was crouched down with her shoulder-length dark brown hair tangled with bits of hay mixed in. Her large grey eyes looked terrified while she breathed heavily and tried to scoot as far away from the fangs as possible. A white tiger with bright green eyes was holding onto her cage with its large fangs the size of her forearm and tilting it up in the air. She desperately grabbed a hold of the side of the cage and looped her arms in so she wouldn't fall towards the tiger's mouth. She let out an ear-piercing screech as the tiger tilted the cage up more aggressively and felt her body slip toward his mouth.
Blast this stupid situation, why had no one ever mentioned how painful and exhausting the first shift was? Now she's in a stupid cage facing one of her previously favorite animals, but it doesn't look like it's here for pets and cuddles.