Brill lived in the shadow of her dead siblings, Aiken and Brooke. Obviously the two died long before Brill was born, after they contracted pneumonia. Brill wasn't her real name either, it was the name her older sister, Alia, christened her in rebellion against their grieving parents and their refusal to move on. Brill adopted it, even putting it on her schoolwork teachers have long stopped asking Brill to put down her real name. Who would want the name Aikenna Brooke and be expected to act just like their namesake?
Alia was the only person who accepted that fact. Alia, who lived with her depressed parents for nine years, from the age of five to fourteen. Alia had such a hard life, growing up in the thickness of depression and rotting parents. The last straw for Alia was when their elderly and deranged father tried to rape Alia, thinking it was their mother. Brill hasn't seen her since she was seven years old. Brill wasn't alone in that house, thankfully, she had her little brother Xavior. Xavior was four years younger than Brill and was also named after their deceased siblings, with Aiken's middle name.
Brill just hated how their parents pretended to dote on their youngest children and treat them as separate to Aiken and Brooke. Brill and Xavior weren't dumb; they were the replacement children and their biggest wish was for the two to become Aiken and Brooke and to 'replace' the joy that they lost over a decade ago. In Brill's opinion, that was stupid. Those children had no connection to Xavior or her especially, Brooke who shared no blood at all!
Brill couldn't wait to leave and erase all memories of the pitiful estate. As soon as she turned eighteen, she was leaving. She would buy an apartment somewhere and would change her name to whatever she chose and break all ties with her family. She wasn't Aiken or Brooke in any way, shape, or form and if her parents couldn't recognize that after seventeen years of life, there wasn't anything waiting for her in the old Tudor house.
She only hoped that Xavior has happier memories and could easily accept responsibility of inheriting the Tudor house a tradition that couldn't be broken and a tradition that was never questioned. Just like the tradition never leaving the house. Brill didn't know why but she knew that the children's decision was taken into account for when it came time for the successor chosen. She only hoped that whoever picked understood why she couldn't live there any longer.