White. That is the first thing I remember. Then red. Red hair. With hues of blonde and redish brown that seemed familiar. All had brilliant jade eyes. That's when I realized that the hair was connected to heads, and those heads bodies, and they were people. My brain felt frazzled by the fact that I was surrounded by a group of five young men. There were beeps and hums all around me, like I was in a hospital.

That when I realized that I really was in a hospital.

"Phew, Emilia, you had us worried for a while there." One of the people said, an Irish accent trailing through his words.

I blinked, confused. That wasn't my name. My name is (Name). I distinctly remember it. Who were these people? Was I supposed to know them, since they all looked at me like they knew me for a long time? I immediately felt distraught.

The one next to my bed, the red haired one, frowned, his eyes narrowing with worry at my confused expression.

"What's wrong, lass?" He asked. He was probably Scottish, which is what the accent hinted at. All of them stared at me with worry now instead of relief. It felt a little unnerving with all these eyes on me, but I managed to speak.

"Wh-where am I?" I mumbled, panicking growing as I searched for anything familiar. I could only see the beige room I was in, a window, chairs in which the strangers sat in around the bed I was in, and a nightstand beside the bed. "W-who are you people?"

Disbelief flooded in their eyes , faces matching each other's grim expressions. I could literally see their shock pour into them. Honestly, I felt bad, but I didn't know who they were or where I was. Not to mention, how I got here in the first place. Another one reddish-brown hair, possibly a twin of the one who had spoken to me first, was the one to break the awkward silence.

"It's us. Your brothers."

I shook my head.

"N-no." I said. That definitely WAS NOT true. I only had one brother and he did not look anything close to these guys. What the heck was going on?

"You're not my brothers."

The Scottish One seemed even more distraught than I was at the time. His face twisted into grief and his fists clenched, one pounding itself onto the nightstand, some of the pills and other medical equipment shaking with the force.

"This isn't happenin'." He muttered, his voice shaky and rumbling deeply, sort of reminding me of how thunder sounded. I watched in despair as a few tears spilled down his closed eyes. After a few minutes of standing there, he stormed out; choking out a phrase, saying he was going to get the doctor.

I scanned over the others faces. The blonde one had his head bowed, his mop of hair covering his face. The one with brown hair looked out the window. Although his expression was cool, I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was in pain, too. One twin still stared at me and the other had his hand on his face.

"I'm sorry." I whimpered at the grief and guilt I was causing. They all seemed so sure that they knew me. They even thought I was their sister!

"You...don't remember?" The twin that continued staring shakily asked. "It's me, Seamus! And Rory!" He pointed towards the other twin. "Arthur! And Cole, too!" He touched the blonde's shoulder then gestured at the brown haired boy.

I slowly shook my head.

"I...don't know any of you. I'm sorry."

That's when the white doors in the room burst open, revealing the red headed Scot and a guy in scrubs, whom I assumed was the doctor.

"Hello there, Emilia." The Doctor gave a reassuring smile. "How are you feeling today?"

I was getting really sick of this. I felt bad for these people, but I was pretty sure my name was Haley and that this wasn't my family.

"My name's not Emilia!" I cried, choking back tears. "This isn't my family!"

"Calm down, it's alright." The Doctor held up his hands. Behind him, "my family" all had the same pained looked. It looked like they had been hurt more when I just said that statement. The Doctor sat by my bed, looking like he was about to tell a long bedtime story to a chid, except that his expression held a "i'm-sorry-you're-reality-is-about-to-be-crushed" look.

"You were kidnapped. We aren't sure by who. When we found you, you were drugged very heavily. It's no doubt that you don't remember things clearly. I know you must think that you have some different kind of family, or you're name is different, but please. Believe me. Nothing you know is...set in stone."

He handed me some files. Pictures of me and my "brothers". I was laughing and smiling, having even more than a blast than i did with my real brother. My name was on one file, not Haley, but Emilia Kirkland. The files started shaking. I realized that it was just my hands trembling, my mind was going blank. No. This wasn't true. All my memories are...no….

The next thing I remember was sobbing, very, very hard. I was curled up in a ball. There was yelling, probably from the scottish dude, but the doctor disappeared in a flash.

Someone held me tightly, whispering and hushing. All I could do was whimper as I heard one of my "brothers" talk to me gently.

"shhhh. It's going to be okay. We'll figure this out. Ye will remember in time and it won't be so confusin'..."It was the scotttish man. The one that looked older than the rest. Despite not really knowing him, I actually felt comforted by his embrace. His quiet, sweet nothings slowly started to calm me down.

Little did I know this was just the beginning of the heartache.

(...Le Time Skip...)

A couple of days passed before I was allowed to go back "home" with my "family". The Doctor said that if I went home, that might trigger some memories. Truth to be told, I remembered nothing. All I remember from that day was Seamus and Cole on my back, asking me if I had the slighted clue or memory or whatever. It got very agitating.

A week passed by and I had learned quite a few things. Allistor, the red haired scot, was the eldest brother was of us all. He had a short temper, smoke and drank quite a bit, and was sassy, yet flirty with the pretty ladies we passed by in the street. Despite his many flaws, he was dedicated to providing food to the rest of us. Apparently, out parents had died years ago due to a robbery of some sort, so Allistor took care of us.

The second oldest from him was Cole, who had a cooler exterior, yet he could be as sassy and witty with the comebacks as Allistor. He kept quiet around me, but I could tell that he looked out for me.

Then came the twins, Seamus and Rory. Seamus didn't seem to like Rory very much. In fact, Rory didn't seem to like him, either. So I guess it's mutual dislike between the two of them. They're Irish, though.

Lastly, there was Arthur, who was british. All the brothers seemed to like to pick on him since he was a traditional stick-in-the-mud-sibling. He was a gentleman and tsundere through and through, he even drank tea and watched Doctor Who and Sherlock. I found out I liked those shows because he introduced me to it. Apparently I had liked them before, so it wasn't a surprise to my "older brothers."

Yet, still, I wasn't used to it here. My mind was still hung up on how my memories of my father, mother, and brother were fake. They seemed so vivid. So real. All of my "brothers" seemed to notice my depressive state, as they all pitched in to somehow make me happy. Allistor bought a lot of my favorite foods. Cole made sure I wasn't alone. His awkward company actually was enjoyable. The twins did all sorts of little jokes, trying to get me to crack a grin. They succeeded a couple of times. Arthur tried to introduce me to some magical creatures. I couldn't see them for whatever reason, while all my "brothers" could. This is what came as a shock to them, really.

Apparently, I could see magical creatures before.

Despite how crazy and dysfunctional this family seemed, they kept a tight schedule around their day. At first, to help me settle in, all four except Allistor stayed with me the whole day. One by one, they started going back to school; Arthur being the first since he was in the student council or something like that. Then Cole left and finally the twins were gone, leaving me alone during the day until all of them came back around early afternoon when we ate dinner.

Each day started with Allistor waking us all up, even me who didn't go to school yet because I still had "mental issues.". I understood sort of why. We got to spend more time together by eating breakfast as a family. The four would then take a bus and Allistor and I would watch T.V. or something like that until he had to leave for work. So, what did I do during that time when i was alone?

I took a lot of naps.

(...Line breaker...)

I grumbled drowsily, irritated by someone who was poking me in the face to wake me up.

"No…" I groaned, burying my head in my pillow I had brought to the couch. Faint sunlight streamed into the room, lighting up the corners of my eyes. Afternoon. Fairly early afternoon. Allistor was probably home from work and trying to wake me up.

"It's not good for ye to sleep all day long." He grabbed the pillow away. I groggily looked up at him, glaring. It was one of those rare times when he was actually serious. Rubbing one of my eyes as sat up on the couch.

"What else am I supposed to do?" I asked. "It's not like I can go to school or go out to town."

Allistor paused for a moment, before looking back at me with a smirk. Crap. He thought of something that I could do.

"Going out to town sounds good for ye, Lass." He gave my shoulder a nudge. "I'll take ye tomorrow while I have the day off."

Author's Note: Basically, the life your living now is a lie. You're really the Kirkland's little sister. :D Hope you guys liked it. It was just a random thing that popped into my head. I'll be continuing it soon.