Marcy’s parents never spent much time with her.
They were too busy working, or going to parties for work, or going on business trips for work then staying there for a little rest and relaxation.
Although she was small and young, Marcy spent most days with her aunt and cousins. Never physically alone, but neglected all the same.
Her parents got her a dog when she got a little older, something to keep her company when she was without any other supervision. She named the dog Louie and quickly grew to love the companionship.
It might have said something that she was more comfortable with the dog than her parents.
In a way, her parents loved her. She was their only child, an engineering prodigy. Her parents were never reluctant to claim her when the opportunity arose, and yet… it rarely did. They never seemed to be around when it mattered.
Though Marcy craved for their attention, for the single good job, well done, for the sparing smile, she found support elsewhere. Rui took her in like a sister, Rui’s mother never turning her away. Even Steven’s siblings never blinked twice at Marcy’s presence.
It worked, for a time.
Then things started to change. She died, for one, gaining a little scar on her neck. It was easily hidden by a scarf, not that it would have been spotted in the first place.
Things got worse. She went missing for a week. Marcy’s friends worried, her robotics teacher worried, her dog worried, but her parents did not notice. They didn’t notice her absence, her prolonged silences, the ugly scars on her hands.
They weren’t even home when she got back.
Then the world ended and Marcy lost any chance of a normal relationship with them at all.