Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

17. June 13th, 1998

Z A Y N J E N K I N S
19 years ago

"Run Zahra!" I hear myself yell out, feeling hands grab at my upper arms. I rear my head back but the soldier gripping me hauls me off the ground, throwing me over his shoulder. I trash in his hold, watching as Zahra runs down the stairway in a haste. I say a silent prayer to the heavens that she will make it out of here on time.

"Calm down, boy." A strong German accent says harshly in my ear. My defiance overcomes me and I continue doing what I was doing, kneeing him in the chest but he simply holds me tighter.

"Make me, mother fucker." I seethed out, banging my seven year old fists into the man's back the best I can. I continue doing that as he moves down the stair case, his nails digging into my thighs before he's throwing me on to the ground beside my sobbing mother.

She is quick to grab hold of me, pulling me into her chest, tears falling down her cheeks. She places a feathered kiss on my forehead, body shaking against mine. "Where's your sister, baby?" She asks shakily.

"I told her to run, I- I don't know if she got out." I choked out a sob, i peak out from my mums arms to see dad getting punched repetitively with questions being thrown at him. "D-dad!" I shouted out with wide eyes.

His head snapped towards mine, his brown eyes locked on to my own. He smiles weakly at me, "I love you." He mouths towards me. "Turn away." He mouths once again.

I stare with tears at the brim of my eyes, clutching my mums night gown between my finger tips, seeing my knuckles turning white. More angry yells from unfamilar voices sent violent chills to run cold down my spine. I try to cover my ears to try and muffle out the sounds of it and my dad's pained shouts.

I felt myself being yanked away from my mum, a cry slipping pass her mouth as she tries to fight to get me back into her arms. She shouts profanities towards the soldier hauling me towards the couch, pulling my chest into my knees, arms wrapped around my legs as I curl myself in more.

My mind swarms with the moment they came in, they came in so quick. I was about to bring Zahra into her bed to cuddle with her and tell her about our hopes and dreams in which we do every night before bed. We were half way up the stairs with our water glasses when they all burst in through the door with guns blazing.

I had grabbed Zahra's hand in a tight grip, a hiss escaping her lips but I was terrified myself that I didn't think how much i was gripping her. I hauled her into out hiding spot that father told us to hide if anything were to happen - I guess anything would be this.

There were a dozen soldiers followed by a male wearing a ski mask and wearing all black besides the metal arm that attaches from his shoulder that sent shivers down my spine when he throws his first punch at my abdomen, i curl into myself at the pain.

I block out the pain to think of the muffled gunshots and shouts growing louder the more i hear them coming towards mine and Zahra's hiding spot. I had clamped my hands over Zahra's ears when mum's voice joined in the shouts. I had never heard her so mad but could hear the fear within her tone as well.

I hid in the dark corner behind the water heater with Zahra, our eyes flicking back and forth from beyond the caged covered seeing the heavy combat footseps running down the halls, assuming going to our rooms. A hand slaps me across the face, snapping me out of my daze of how this all began and where my sister could possibly be right now.