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Haunted: Part Three (Self Terror)

"Wake up! You little bitch! Steve and Bucky are dying without you. Seems as if your the only glue holding them together." I heard something say.
"I am awake."
"No your not. Otherwise I wouldn't be here. Your dreaming me."
"Why am I dreaming myself?"
"You flatlined, honey."
"No! Steve and Bucky! They must be..."
She cut me off.
"Miserable. Depressed. Self loathing because they think they could've done more."
"How do I wake up?"
"Glad you asked. I'm your psyche. So you choose, hon. Your in control. I just show you all the things you'll loss waking up and all the things you'll have waking up. You decide which is the bigger burden."
Then in an instant, the figment was gone. I was transported into a different reality. I was implanted into my deep deep memories.

"Heres Alex's first steps!" My mother gushed as Dad held what was the first real camcorder. The first camcorder came out right around my birthday so Dad saved up a bought one to record all the kids. I saw Bucky jump into the shot and stick his tongue out, making his worst monster face. He'd also taught me to do so.
"We where so cute!" I hear myself exclaim as I see more of the picture. I'm sitting on the bed with Bucky as we watch the video. None of our siblings where really interested these home movies. But me and Bucky where.
"No little sis. I was cute. You were a baby."
I punch his arm playfully. "Dork!"

Flash forward. I'm in a back ally with a recently beaten up Steve Rogers.

"Steve. What happened? Who'd you piss off this time?" I asked helping him to his feet.
"Just standing up for myself."
I nod as we walk back to my house. I knew Steve wouldn't want to go home just yet. His mom would worry.
My parents weren't home yet. I wasn't really supposed to be home. But skipping school to help Steve out wasn't a first. I took Steve to my room where I patched up the scraps and scratches the bullies had given him.
"Why are you always helping me?" He asked pushing my hand with the cotton ball away from the scratch on his face.
"Because I care about you, Rogers."
"You always seem to get there or step in faster than your brother."
"I have more of a motivation then he does."
"And what would that be?"
I take a risk, I like Steve. So I go for it.
I kiss him on the lips and pull away quickly. He just stared at me awkwardly.
"I'm sorry." I say. "I shouldn't have done that." I continue to dap the scrap on is cheek. He then brushes a piece of hair from my face, gaining a little confidence I hadn't seen.
He kissed me and pulled away. "I'm really glad you did. So don't be sorry."
I smile sweetly and he smiles back. This blue orbs shining bright. That's when me and Steve became a thing, I guess. I guess young love never fades if it's a true as ours is.

That's when I'm brought back to the darkness I saw the self imagine.
"How sweet. You and your brother sharing a sweet home video moment. And you and Steve, quite the couple. Betcha got some looks when you walked through school hand and hand with little Stevie."
"What the hell do you want now?!" I command an answer.
"Time for a decision. And just to get you thinking. Just remember. None of your friends are in this century. Your a wanted murderer. So is your brother. How can Steve love you the way you are now? Disheveled, broken, that nasty metal arm. Hey, remember your parents? They aren't on earth anymore, hon. So if you wanna see them again. If you wanna see Dugan and all the guys from the war. Your old buddies. Then you know where you've gotta go."
I start to see pictures of everyone I ever knew flash before me in what once was darkness. The words repeating, 'You know where you've gotta go.' Ring in my ears as painfully as the first time.
I'd leave a lot going back into the real world. It was past my time to go, but I wasn't ready to go yet. I was getting a second chance with Steve, I was getting this chance for a reason. Steve still loved me, I still loved him. I wanted this chance, badly. And I was getting another chance to be a little sister who looks up to her big brother for advice again. Me and Bucky didn't really get that going into the war as young as we did. I heard my psyche yell at me.
"Times up!!!!!!" Her hand plunged into my chest.

I woke up screaming, or trying to scream. A ventilator was in my airway, I started to fight it immediately. I tried ripping the damn thing out. Which got the attention of a medical worker. She had to restrain my arms as another medical worker removed the vent from my airway. I was panicking, that was for sure. But I was alive. And getting my second chance at life was right at the tip of my fingers.

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Hey all! So I am really happy I got all 3 of these Haunted chapters done tonight. Sadly, this book is about to come to an end. But! It most definitely will not be my last Steve Rogers book. I started writing an Imagines book about Steve that hasn't really taken off yet! Go take a look at that, if you will! So thanks for reading! I'm really enjoying writing this, as I hope you are enjoying reading it!
So until my next update!