Forty Six

Melody's POV:

I looked myself in the mirror for the fiftieth time. Grey eyes, brown hair. How come I feel so strange? Why can't I remember my own face?

I let out a sigh of frustration and pulled my hair up in a ponytail. This wasn't helping at all. Nothing was helping.

"Anything I can help with?" A voice came from the doorway.

I jerked my head towards the door in surprise and saw Lucy standing there with a warm smile. Lucy was supposed to be my stepmother, or that's what Dad had told me. I wanted to ask where my real mother was, but I had a feeling I wouldn't like the answer to that. What if she's dead? I wouldn't even know how to feel when I've never even seen her.

"No. I'm fine." I said as my voice wavered a bit.

Lucy was a nice woman and I really didn't care why my dad married another woman. She was caring, just like a mother should be. But a part of me didn't want to trust her.

"You shouldn't be too hard on yourself, Melody." She said with something as pity in her voice.

I clenche