Danganronpa: DFH (Bri's Story)

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘯𝘦

Age 12.

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Starting from the moment I was born, it was clear I had an interesting talent. That talent is the power to persuade people or get whatever I wanted. As a baby, I wouldn't stop crying until I got exactly what I was begging for. As a toddler, I would throw temper tantrums until my demands are met. But as I grew older, I also grew to refine more of my natural talent.

Instead of pleading and crying, it turned into long discussions and arguments backed by recent sources and intensive research. I was the star child of the family for a short while. I mean, who else had a young son who could debate grown men and win? Who else had a son who could put together and write perfectly persuasive essays?

Though, that all went away before I could indulge in it. My parents ripped away the spotlight from me and let it shine on my younger sister. She was the new trophy child.

When my younger sister, Reagan, was born, everything seemed to be well. She was perfectly healthy, with no physical or mental illness, just a regular baby. It wasn't until she was around one year old when my parents started to notice something was off. She could read, write, and was even potty trained. Children weren't supposed to be learning how to read until ages 4-7.

Every day that passed, it seemed Reagan was only growing smarter and smarter. And the spotlight on me only got dimmer and dimmer. When my parents finally took Reagan to a psychologist, they deemed her to be a prodigy. That's when the light completely flickered out and I was left in the dust. Afterward, the only person I had beside me was my older brother, Reese.

I didn't like to admit it, but I was completely narcissistic. I considered Reese to be my only confidant because he sang me praises and made sure I was always number one. He was the only person to feed into my desires.

As I grew older, fewer and fewer people cared about me. The further I progressed, the more glaringly obvious it would become that nobody cared about my talents. And the older I got, the more I had to suppress my talents to make way for Reagan. I couldn't keep forcing myself to go along with what I didn't agree with, but I didn't want to be known as the defiant child.

Then, I turned to my other outlets. If I couldn't truly express myself in my household, I would do it around my peers in school. In theory, it was just going to be me debating all of the kids in my classes who I didn't agree with, but it spiraled into so much more. Every time I didn't agree with someone, in class or out, I would completely disregard their feelings and destroy them with words.

And as those school pep talks about bullying taught me, the lower someone's self-esteem, the more likely they were to lash out at their fellow peers. And it was proven true. Whenever Reagan was treated like the princess of the family and I was left to play catch up, my self-esteem dropped more and more.

I never had any goonies with me or girls to walk in a triangle formation behind me. All of the emotional damage I caused to others was done by me alone. And my reign of terror showed no signs of slowing. The only thing keeping me sane was Reese. He was the only one there to comfort me after all of my long days.

But one day, when I came home, nobody was there. It was just me. I set my backpack on the table and wandered around the house. "Helloooo? Anybody here?" I peaked in all of the rooms, but nobody was there. Not Reese, not Reagan, not either of my parents. "Weird," I mumbled to myself.

As I entered my room, though, there was a sticky note left behind on my desk.

"Call me ASAP. It's important. -Mom"