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September 25th, 2014
More time had passed, Bucky and I have lived together for about a month. Today marked the official day my mother and sister were murdered as well. I was bitter. Angry. And Bucky could tell. The glances he stole that he thought went unnoticed showed the worry he held. I sat up on the plain dirty bed that laid on the floor. My bag in my lap. I pulled out a small photo album. It was tattered and old being 13 years old. I flipped the pages looking at pictures of my family.
My father stood next to my mother, his cold blue eyes stared deep into the camera almost pushing shivers down my spine. My mothers kind blue eyes stared into the camera her hands placed on the smallest child in front of her.
The child had inherited my mother's eyes. They shined as she smiled from ear to ear. Next to her was a blonde, slightly taller than the blue-eyed girl. She stood in front of my father. Her blonde hair falling down her shoulders framing her face and the glasses perched on her nose. Sitting on the floor sat 2 more children. A boy his short brown hair pointed upwards a smile laid wide on his face. And finally next to him sat a girl.
She was a brunette obviously older than the blue-eyed child but younger than the blonde. Her brown eyes held a sad gaze. Untold truths laid behind those green eyes. Her hair cut short barely touched her shoulders. A tear dropped onto the glossy paper. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped looking over to see Bucky. Worry was written on his face. "Who is she?" He pointed to the youngest girl in the picture. A small sad smile tugged at my lips
"She was my sister. Ophelia." I then pointed to the blonde "that's my older sister Rosalie. And my brother William." I pointed to the others in the picture
"Is that you?" He pointed to me in the picture I was obviously just gracing my teenage years.
"Yeah, I was 13. It was 2 weeks before they died." I said he frowned "it's been exactly 13 years today." He placed his hand on mine before pulling me into a hug. It surprised me but I was thankful for it. He pulled away and I closed the book sighing thinking about my family.
"I had a sister." Bucky said I looked up at him "I think I had 2 brothers as well. But I know I had a sister named Rebecca. After shield fell I went looking for her and I found out after I 'died' she had 2 children, a son who she named Jamie and a daughter. Elise." I smiled
"That sounds wonderful." I muttered resting my head on his shoulder as we sat in silence. "I always wanted children. But with the life I live I know I shouldn't bring life into this world. I fear I'd turn out like my father." His head shifted to look at me
"Your father was a horrible man, you are not horrible." I looked Bucky in the eyes to see nothing but total honesty "Maybe not." I said sighing once more as we sat in silence
