Dr. Stevens

What? Seriously?, I stated not believing what Vicky told me and that she is working for Dr. Stevens. She was dead but brought back to life yet in a human form that can b a monster when she needs to feed, angry, happy, or needing a mate. I would have chosen to remain dead but when the professor showed me your picture, I fell for you right then and there, so I am here to help you out with your project for the competition, Vicky explained honestly and trying to search for forgiveness in my eyes. How can I be sure that you're telling the truth now? Do you expect me to just believe you when you have been lying to me for months now. I need some fresh air, see yah around!, Marnie walked out of the bedroom and threw the headphones on the bed. Vicky tried to stop her by holding the angry girl's arm, but Marnie brushed her off and looked at her with dismay. Marnie, please, Mar...Vicky now sobbing with tears overflowing like river for her at the moment. She sunk to despair that even though she doesn't have a heart, Vicky felt the pain strongly that it stung, like something is piercing her chest, like she's growing a new heart, now. Vicky isn't wrong to feel that way. She is really growing a heart and now it is pumping blood to all the veins in her body. The serum that Dr. Stevens injected her is working and now she can live a life as a normal human being. Vicky knew how to love and be broken before when she was In the Navy Seal but now as if she's staring at a new her with a new heart and her first time to fall in love and first being broken by the woman she loves. Ouch!

Vicky saw the headphones and Marnie forgot to turn her holoCD off. Vicky didn't want to mess with Marnie's stuff but she is curious on what her baby's grandma left her with. She turned the music on and listened. It was powerful and emotional, but courageous file but still a mystery to her. This is the first time she heard of an Epic Music, cause during her time, she loved country and soul music. In the 60's there were no CD's or DVD's but LP's and juke boxes. Vicky laid herself on Marnie's bed and still listened to the music until she fell asleep.

Marie, on the other hand, went out of the house to the porch and breathed the fresh air. It is windy today, the breeze is soft and wonderful I want to just stay here and be cuddled by its embrace. I did stay and sat on the swing thinking of all the things Vicky disclosed to me. She is wrong to lie to me but it is not enough reason for me to un-love her. Now that I realized that she isn't my alter ego or twin after all then, I could freely love her now and that's actually amazing. But I need to take things slow from now on and make sure those are the only things she kept from me and nothing more. I don't want to played or be lied to again by her. I went back in and closed the door behind me. I wasn't really hungry now but really tired of the thinking. I'm sleepy too so I walked upstairs to my room and finding Vicky fallen asleep on my bed. Though I'm still angry with her, due to my sleepiness I fell beside her and slept there with her. Vicky woke up at about three in the morning and saw Marnie sleeping beside her, made her feel happy and forgiven. She took the headphones off her ears and placed then on the side table of the bed. Marnie is still asleep so, she slid out of the girl's hug and positioned her head on the pillow uprightly, so she won't have a stiff neck the next day. Vicky also pulled the comforter to tuck Marnie in and came down to sleep in her own room. She doesn't want to overdo it or else Marnie won't forgive her arrogance and impertinence again.

I have grown up in an environment where there is my family and we were devote Catholics, but there's no real sense of love, caring or respect. Born Penelope Vitoria Vincula, I was a military officer in the Navy Seal, a captain but I felt inferior all the time. My parents go about their business, their faith but we all pretend to be goody-goody about everything. Now that I have matured, I realized that I should never conform to what my parents or family thinks, say or their opinion of me. They have their own battles to fight I have my own too. I think it was never them but me, or myself. I shouldn't have compromised my happiness because I was scared to hurt them and because I wouldn't be their submissive daughter as I was ever since I was little. But when I died in the battle field in Iraq as we were scouting the area for snipers and air strikers, my aircraft was shot by an individual bomber who I was able to see but unable to escape since we were head to head. There was nothing I could do but let go and gave myself to fate and the universe.

I was declared dead when I arrived in the hospital but Dr. Stevens who were visiting a friend there commented an idea to save my life. He knew his invention can save me though I became invincible I didn't become normal but super human. Well, I couldn't complain I was dead right. But no matter how hard I try to relive and grasp the things that happened in my life, I am still thankful, the feeling of gratitude that I never experienced with my true family. Real gratitude for me is never complaining and being happy with whatever we have and praising each other's accomplishments every time. But ever since I was a child I learned and made it a habit to be grateful and happy no matter what happened to me, when I was out of a job then was able to study and finish college and became a soldier. Even if I became a hero for my country, I remained humble until my death. But now that I was given a second life, I vowed to live it proud, happy and in gratitude. And having Marnie in my life now adds up to the many beautiful things that the God the people nowadays call, gave to me. Of course aside from the supernatural powers I have and features, I would say that I am pretty blessed for a monster. Marnie never saw me as hideous or crazy. She sees me as a person, someone she respects and loves for real. That's why I love her to the moon and back, forever.

I just hope I will be with her too, always. I haven't heard from my family for over twenty years and I don't have any plans on making up with them. Anyway, I heard that they visited me in my funeral but they just went there to pry and get the money given by the government since I was a hero and all. But past is past I have forgotten everything. However, I haven't forgotten those people who have helped me during the time that I needed assistance which is Dr. Stevens and his team in the laboratory, Aileen, the caring nurse who fixed and showered me after my surgery. Donna, the great friend of mine who taught me how to use my powers and how to protect myself out there. And last but not the least, Alice, the sweetest gay guy(my best friend since I was in high school until now, even if I looked like medusa from hell) that visited me when I was in the hospital and the only one who cared, asked how I am when I needed a person to lean on.

These people are my precious loves, and I wouldn't exchange them for the world. Well!, now I have a responsibility to save people because I can and I will. My brothers recently contacted Alice but he didn't tell them anything about me. He was very loyal and a wonderful person. I love my brothers but the anger that I had with my parents when I was growing was great I don't want to talk about them or my lonely and insecured life with them. As a soldier I learned to protect myself from enemies and the war but with love I didn't know how to escape hurt and protect myself from being hurt. However, life can be funny or crazy sometimes. Nobody's perfect and neither my parent nor my brothers, me too. But we need to choose who should stay and house inside our hearts. We can never choose our family but we can choose who we want to live inside our hearts, those positive individuals, good for the mental and emotional health are the ones we need to accept. Avoid or discard those who keep on causing us pain, negative vibes and wrong perceptions, thoughts and feelings about ourselves, others, life and love. Most importantly, forgive yourself, ourselves with whatever bad things or the past mistakes we did that hurt others or ourselves in the process. Always forgive yourself no matter what, for no one could ever love you, but only YOU.