Scars that Last Forever

Chapter 20

Would anyone enter a writing contest? If so I'll add more details next chapter.
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My arms and legs are strapped to the medal chair.
Fear.
Sir grabs a knife and sinks it deep into my chest.
I can't feel anything.
But I can feel tears threading to fall from the fear.
Don't show it...
Don't show it...
For Bucky...
Blood drips down my chest.
I have to pretend like it doesn't hurt.
Like I don't feel anything.
Sir dismisses me and I walk towards the door.
"HAIL HYDRA" I say in a deep voice before tilting my neck and letting darkness consume me.
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I walk down the crowded hall way.
People look at me wide eyed.
I don't know why.
"Yo Penis, What was that thing about yesterday? Do you miss you mommy,"
"Don't say anything, Spider" Commander worn.
I keep walking.
Eventually the boy leaves me alone.
I open my locker and shove my back pack in.
I feel one of my deep cuts opening up and blood seeping out.
"Shit," I mumble quiet enough for the mic not to pick up.
I walk into my first class.
Pain.
I want Bucky.
I don't know how long I've been with HYDRA and not Bucky.
I honestly don't know how I even got here.
All I do know is I need to get Bucky.
The teacher stands in the front of the class and clears her throat.
Today we learned about some of the battles from WW2.
I feel like I remember this story.
Did Bucky tell me about it?
I'm not sure.
The bell rings and I quickly stand up walking to my next class.
I sit in the very back, the girl with frizzy hair and the boy are next to me.
The teacher walks in.
He is dressed in black.
Like sir.
Like commander.
Like HYDRA.
He isn't bad.
I'm not supposed to feel anything.
But I can.
Fear.
"Alright, today we will be learning about the anatomy of A Spider," I tense.
The blank space in my mind seems to open up and I can remember one moment.
The medal table.
The needle.
Spider.
I take a deep breathe and try to focus my attention back to Bucky.
How will I find him again?
I question.
I run through a million situations
Mom if then work.
The bell rings again and I go to my next class.
The teacher walks in.
Fear.
His face is menacing and he too wears all black.
I see a small red blotch in his jacked.
It's a star.
A red star.
HYDRA.
Fear.
My body starts trembling but I try to hide it.
I search around my clothes desperate to find the hidden mic and camera.
I need to get out of here.
A couple people stare at me in confusion.
I ignore them.
If I don't stop this man they could get hurt.
I find a small bump on my shirt.
The camera.
I quickly pull it off and crush it between my fingers.
"Spider, what are you doing? You will be punished," Commander says.
I squeeze my eyes tight.
No.
No.
I quickly take the mic out of my ear and throw it on the ground then stomp on it.
The teacher walks foreword.
"What do you think your doing Spider?" He hisses.
I don't respond.
The boy and girl with frizzy hair gasp.
The class looks confused.
"Homecoming,"
I freeze in my seat.
"STOP DONT DO THIS PLEASE!" I yell.
I need to find Bucky.
I need to save the school.
"Knives," He hisses.
I have to get out of here.
I stand up and run to the door.
My hand is almost over the handle but he grabs my arm and yanks me back.
"Black," He says. His voice sickly calm.
"STOP!" I scream.
Bucky.
Fear.
Pain.
Without thinking I twist my arm so he flips on the floor.
He gasps and I quickly shove open the door.
Then I run.
Faster.
Fear.
Bucky.
Help.
I hear the footsteps behind me.
I turn the corner and see a set of medal doors.
I open them and run in.
The room is dark.
Fear
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Bucky POV

Peter.
No.
I could've saved him.
It should have been me.
The security screen went black.
I stare at it.
Tears pour out of my eyes.
Steve puts and arm around me.
It should have been me.
Peter doesn't deserve this.
The medal door opens. And I instantly stand up ready to fight.
"Bucky, Avengers, this is Black Panther, Ant-man, Scarlet witch, Vision, Dr. Strange, they are here to help us take down HYDRA,"
I slowly lower my fists and then look over to Fury.
Click.
Clack.
I whip my head to the door.
Fear.
No.
The door flies open and then shuts.
I hear heavy breathing.
The figure is dressed in black and has curly brown hair.
"Peter,"