I told him. I don't remember why, or how it came up, but I told him. I told him about mom and dad. I told him about Rebecca. No matter what I did, I still ended up crying. I hate how weak I am. You know, they never told me where they were taking Rebecca. They never told me any of it. The only thing they told me was that she was going to a boarding school and that she would be in good hands. I don't believe them. I tell myself that I believe them to stop myself from having a panic attack. They took away the only family I had left. I was all alone up until the day I met Steve. Now I haven't been alone since. I was terrified of crying in front of Steve. I thought he was going to think I was weak. How could he not think that? I am weak, but he told me that I am strong. He said that he was glad I told him. I guess opening up to people is supposed to help you get over it. I'm not over it. It still hurts.
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Bucky's Journal
FanfictionI really liked the idea that Bucky kept a journal, so boom! Here's his journal! As of now, it's finished. But I may add more if it gets good feedback. The journal starts when he is nine and goes all the way up until his "death". Please leave me comm...
