The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 29: Merry Christmas to me...

I didn't sleep anymore last night, and neither did Bucky.
I felt horrible that I was the reason he'd stayed up all night.
I was staring out at the snow for most of the night. The snow was coming down heavily.
Then I remember, it's Christmas.
It was a bit brighter now, but it was only 5:30, so not at all bright bright.
"I'm sorry, Buck." I whisper.
He was still hugging me from behind, afraid if he let go I would be afraid again.
"For what?" He whispers, seemingly exhausted.
"Keeping you awake." I whisper back.
He rubs his eyes with his free hand.
"It's okay, Sarah."
He stared out the window with me. For most of the night, we didn't say much. He just tried to comfort me.
"Do you think anybody will wake up soon?" I ask.
"I'm not sure, really. It's Christmas, right?"
I nod.
"Then probably not." He answers.
I lean back a bit, Bucky still wrapping his arms around me.
He could've let go by now, but he didn't.
I guess he needed a hug too. A long one.
His hug was really comforting, actually.
It was nothing like the hug my mother would give me as a child, but it was second best.
Because I could tell his hug was genuine.
"Holy shit." I blurt out randomly.
"What?" Bucky asks, seriously.
"I didn't buy anybody Christmas gifts, if I was supposed to." I explain.
I hadn't even thought about Christmas gifts.
Bucky laughs a bit, "It's not a big deal, Sarah. They'll understand."
Just then, Peter walks out rubbing his eyes, clearly tired. He looks up at Bucky and I and just gives us a look.
"What happened to you two?" He mumbles.
"It's a long story." Bucky sighs.
Peter makes his way to the kitchen, clearly exhausted. He doesn't look at me much. I think he'd forgotten it's Christmas.
Suddenly, Peter shouts from the kitchen, "Wait- is it Christmas!?"
"Yes, it is." Bucky shouts back to him.
"Nice!" Peter shouts.
He probably just woke everybody else up.
And like on cue, everybody comes tumbling out of their rooms.
"Alright, who was shouting 'iS iT cHristMas'?" Tony asks.
"S-sorry Mr.Stark..." Peter says.
Tony looks over to Bucky and I, still stuck together.
He laughs a bit, "That's right, you two are still stuck!"
He laughs even more. God, Stark. Really?
He begins to pull out a small remote of some sort from his pocket. He hits the button, and the magnets from my arm fall to the ground.
Holy shit, Stark.
I slowly look over to Tony.
"These could've came off... with the push of a button... hours ago?" I ask, kind of upset.
He continues to die of laughter as he sees me get angry.
"Y-yeah." He manages to get out while laughing.
I'm about to get up to throw some hands because honestly this guy was a bitch, but Bucky holds me back.
"No murdering people on Christmas." Bucky whispers.
"No promises." I mutter back at him.
"Th-this is hilarious!" Tony wheezes.
Oh God, seriously?
"God damnit, Stark. That's not right." Clint says.
"But it's hilarious!" He answers, still laughing.
This guy really hated us. Just for being us.
"Alright, Stark that's enough." Steve says.
Everybody looked exhausted.
"Pick up the magnets." Stark says, trying to get a hold of himself.
"Do it yourself, Stark." I mutter, heading back toward my room.
This just ruined my whole ass mood.
Not that I was in a good mood, but I felt comfort.
This was just wrong.
"Was that really necessary?" Thor asks Tony.
"Of course it was." He answers.
I hear someone following me from behind, probably Bucky. I assume.
I open the door to the room, almost accidentally breaking it with my stronger arm.
I collapse onto the soft bed, forgetting to close the door.
I was so tired of all of this.
Yeah, sure, it was a stupid prank.
But it sucked.
"Hey, it's just a joke.." Bucky mutters, coming up to me.
"I know."
He sighs and sits down next to me.
"You don't want to celebrate Christmas, do you?" He eventually asks.
I shake my head, no.
I didn't want to, really. I knew it was important to others but not me, really.
Not anymore.
"Sorry, it shouldn't be a big deal." I mutter.
"It's alright." He mutters back, patting my back.
"It's just, I'm so sick of the way he treats me. I'm so sick of the way he treats you!"
"Well, I understand why he doesn't like me..."
"But even then, it wasn't your fault."
"But I still did it."
We sit in silence. Christmas wasn't really a day for celebrating anymore.
I hadn't celebrated Christmas in so long, I almost forgotten how it feels.
I forgot how a lot of things are. I rarely remember much of my past.
I'm still trying to piece things together.
The bag things appear in the dreams.
"We should probably go back out there." I begin.
"You don't have to." He replies, softly.
"I know, but I don't wanna ruin it for anyone else."
"You won't ruin anything."
"I'll ruin the mood if I don't."
He looks out the window that was in this room and sighs.
"You don't want to celebrate anything here?" He asks, again.
I shake my head, no.
I didn't want to celebrate it.
But I definitely didn't want to celebrate it here.
Yes, it was great they wanted to help me. But they still hadn't helped at all.
It's been a month or two and they did nothing. It was like a dreadful routine.
"Then what do you want to do?" He asks, making sure he doesn't sound rude while saying it.
"I really want to sleep... but I cant." I answer.
And I wasn't lying.
I was so exhausted. I was exhausted all of the time.
But I never wanted to sleep, at the same time.
"You want to try to sleep a bit?" He asks.
The sky was still a bit dark, considering it was probably now 6am.
Probably.
I really wanted to sleep, I did.
But I didn't want to be alone.
"I don't know,"I mutter, "I don't want to be alone."
If I was alone, I was afraid.
I never liked being alone.
Especially when I had to sleep.
If I was asleep, I couldn't see what was going on.
I couldn't see if I was alone or not.
If I went to sleep alone, I'd be afraid of not being alone.
If I went to sleep not alone, I'd be afraid of being alone.
"Well," he sighs, "I have no where to be." He smiles, softly.
He knew I couldn't be alone like this.
I was basically a mess.
I sigh, laying down on my bed.
He lays down next to me, not wanting me to be alone.
Because I couldn't be alone.
"Go to sleep. I'll make sure nobody comes in." He says.
I smile a bit.
"Thank you..."
I wearily close my eyes, but as soon as I do, I fall asleep.
....
I flutter my eyes open, forgetting where I was.
I notice my arm wrapped around Bucky, hugging him.
I fell asleep.
Apparently, so did he.
I close my eyes again, seeing that he's still asleep.
I didn't want to wake him, either.
I basically kept him up all night.
I felt terrible for it.
At the same time, I was grateful he stayed awake.
I didn't like knowing I could be the only one awake.
Suddenly, I shoot up at the sound of the door knob jiggling.
I make sure not to make too much of a startle, though, since Bucky still slept.
Nobody came inside the room.
Odd.
I lay back down, just as I was before, trying to fall back to sleep.
Suddenly, I hear the click of the door opening.
I shut my eyes tighter.
I don't know why I didn't check to see who was there.
But fear came over me, for some odd reason.
I pretend to be sleeping, as the foot steps come closer.
I hug Bucky a bit tighter than I was before, now afraid of who just entered the room without making any other noise.
I made sure I didn't wake him up, though.
I was probably over reacting.
I probably looked like a little kid.
I looked like a little kid, afraid of the silly noises coming from the dark.
Afraid of the monster in the closet, or under the bed.
Except, I was probably the monster here.
But it wasn't unleashed for a while.
I hear the footsteps get closer and closer.
Why was somebody in the room?
Who was in the room, anyways?
I could hear breathing, inches away from me.
It could be my own, or a Bucky's.
But I didn't want to find out.
I was afraid to open my eyes.
I slowly open one eye a bit, and close it quickly again.
Nobody was right in front of me.
Oh God, somebody was behind me?
I didn't want to turn around.
I was such a coward, for doing this.
I could face everything else, but the sound of unknown foot steps scares me.
Suddenly, a hand touches my back.
My heart beats faster, scared of who it was.
I hear a heavy sigh, as the hand is no longer on my back.
I hear the foot steps move away from the bed and back to the door.
The door opens once again, and it clicks, closing.
I didn't know who it was that came in, but I didn't care who it was.
I continue to lay, closing my eyes.
Just as I calmed down, I fell back to sleep again...