Some days I remember nothing. Not a whisper of my life before my father adopted me at eleven years old.
No hushed voices mourning over the dying little girl locked away in a university professor's home library. No days on end soaking white towels red with the blood streaming down my face.
A little orphan trapped where she didn't belong.
Some days it was easy to push those memories behind, living life in this decade. High school, rodeos, and quiet family nights watching old murder mysteries with homemade ice cream.
And arguing till dawn about the humanoid shaped machinery scattered over the lab workbench.
I remember watching as the face came together, Marcus' eyes opening for the first time. A few days after his activation, coming downstairs to find him in front of the television, the iconic Magnum P.I. theme song echoing throughout the first floor. I joined him, chatting like any two normal teenagers would, and in that moment I realized he was my brother.
I always thought Douglas considered him family as much as I did, until Marcus stood reborn in Giselle's lab, accusations flying from his lips. I stood there, having to come to defend the man who raised me, who, after so much turmoil, promised there would be no more lies. Something I'd been naïve enough to believe.
There are days I'm not strong enough to keep on forgiving. And why should I? I'm not a hero. I wasn't engineered in a lab like my brother or cousins. I'm not destined for great, legendary deeds.
I'm an unlucky girl still trapped where she doesn't belong. A forgotten means to an end, a secret history keeps for itself.
And it's better that way, to remain a ghost in this world, lurking through every dark corner of earth, searching for a way home.