Bucky X Y/N

y/n lives a horrible life 🥺

I wake up and put my long, blonde. smooth, silky hair into a messy bun.

i walk over to my mirror and admire my ocean blue orbs. my cheeks are red and puffy from crying last night.

why was i crying?

well, my boyfriend died in plane crash when i was only 5 years old. i've never been the same since.

I walk downstairs and see my grandpa sitting at the dinner table.

my dog, dad, mom, sister, brother, cousin, family friend, best friend, grandma, stepdad, cat, goldfish, and snake died in a car crash when i was only 1 month old. it broke me.

"h- h- h- h- h- h- h- hi" i say. i stutter because when i was only 3 weeks old i feel off mount everest. it caused me to have a stutter, depression, anxiety, calcium deficiency, iron deficiency, lack of potassium, and severe shaking problems.

"SHUT UP" he roars

the sounds make my 1'5 body fly across the room and land against the fridge.

i'm only 13 pounds so i broke my wrist, ankle, neck, skull, arm, leg, back, and pinky toe in the crash.

but it's fine because i'm perfect so i can't look ingured.

or die.

or have pain.

it's a curse.

I run upstairs and begin to cry.

then i hear a noise from my bedroom window.