innocent

motion sickness

April 14, 2012

Dear Diary

Bucky taught me about stuff. Like periods and stuff at the end of a sentence and that you have to capitlize your letters. He taught me spelling tricks to. I guess I am getting really good at it, that's what Bucky says anyway. I had bad dreams against, like most nights. it is not sitting rite with me.

I feel better now though. My hand got infected, so it hurt a lot. But it doesn't since Bucky took care of me. I don't think I ever wanna feel like that ever again.

My tummy is bothering me when ever I think about it grosses me out. Bucky and I found a shower at a public park in South Carolina so we went at nite. Now were not gonna live in South Carolina becuse the cops know about us. I dont know were we will go now but I hope we are happy.

from

Cecelia

"What about California, that seems cool." Bucky said as Cecelia clicked her pen. She looked up at Bucky as he drove.

"Is there a beach?" Cecelia asked, Bucky nodded his head.

"It's very warm there to." Bucky said, Cecelia smiled as she brought her foot up to the seat. She placed her chin on her knee as Bucky turned the car.

"Even when it snows?" Cecelia asked, Bucky looked over at her and shook his head.

"It barely ever snows." He said and Cecelia smiled. She hated Hydra when it was cold. Her fingers would numb, and she could barely sleep during the cold winters.

"It's going to be a long couple of weeks if we go there." Bucky said and Cecelia nodded her head. "A lot of sleeping in the car." Bucky said. Cecelia nodded her head, ready for the challenges they would have to overcome.

"Promise we'll get there?" Cecelia asked and Bucky felt a lump in his throat. He cleared his voice, he didn't want to promise her anything. Because what if he didn't fill the promise, and then he'd fail her.

"I promise you you'll get to a beach." Bucky said, playing the words. Cecelia nodded her head.

"Alright." Cecelia said as she looked into the rear view mirror. Her eyes staring back at her. The eyes that saw people get killed. She looked away immediately, the sick feeling returning to her stomach.

"You alright?" Bucky asked, Cecelia nodded her head. Cecelia leaned her head up against the window.

"Can we play I spy?" Cecelia asked him, Bucky nodded his head.

"Alright, you go first." He said and Cecelia sighed looking around for something. She looked down on her lap to see her small red notebook.

"I spy with my little eye something red." Cecelia said and Bucky looked around.

"The sign up there." Bucky guessed. Cecelia shook her head box Bucky then looked in the car.

"Your shirt." He guessed and Cecelia shook her head no again. She tried to ignore the feeling in her stomach, but she couldn't. When she saw herself, she was sick. She didn't like seeing the person in the mirror. "Notebook?" Bucky asked and Cecelia nodded. She was looking more sickly by the second.

Her face was pale, and she looked disoriented. But she was disgusted by herself. Cecelia was disgusted by the person she was.

"Are you gonna be sick?" Bucky asked. Cecelia nodded and Bucky pulled over on the side of the road. Luckily, they weren't on the highway, yet.

Cecelia raced out of the car, and she ran over to the grass. She threw up again. Bucky held her two braids back as she puked. "I'm sorry, Bucky." Cecelia apologized as she coughed out. She sniffled back tears that fell into her eyes.