Scars that Last Forever

Chapter 3

Bucky is gone.
Fear.
He has been gone for 3 days.
Worry.
The room is still dark.
The man in Black still cuts me.
But I am alone again.
Bucky is gone.
I know it has been three days. I have gotten three pieces of bread.
But he never gave me two pieces.
Only one.
I still split it.
I hungrily eat half then set the other half on the floor.
My clothes are 6 months old.
It smells.
I'm used of it.
During my night terrors no one is here.
I fall a sleep to the beating of one heart.
I don't listen to old stories.
I don't talk.
I don't smile.
I do worry.
I do fear.
I want to cry.
Crying is weakness.
Weakness is punishable.
I am alone.
This is why I don't get close to people.
The cell door creeks open.
I can't bring myself to care.
A man in Black steps in.
I can't bring myself to feel fear for being hurt.
He grabs my hair.
I only fear for Bucky.
I wonder if he fears for me.
The man pulls me to my feet and drags me out of the room.
Pain.
Bucky told me to stay strong.
I do what Bucky says.
He told me that we are friends; brothers.
I've never had a friend, or a brother...
At least I don't think I have.
But now I have both.
And he is gone.
The man pulls out a needle.
I tilt my head to the side.
He pushes it into my neck.
Pain.
Dark.
...
"Hello PTR Spider 7125." The voice hisses. Despite my lack of fear it sends shivers down my spine.
This... this is different than fear.
It's reality.
And reality sucks.
And that's an understatement.
He pulls a sharp knife from the table and sinks it into my skin while chuckling.
Why?
I wonder what's it like to be outside of here.
I'm jealous of Bucky for knowing.
I wish I could step outside.
The blood runs out of the cut.
He smiles.
I close my eyes.
"Open you eyes. Do not disobey,"
I made a mistake.
"Sorry."
He sneers.
"Address me properly."
"Sorry, Master." I say and force my eyes open.
I want Bucky.
He cuts me again.
And again.
Over and over.
Again and again.
For what seems like eternity.
Then he puts the bloody knife back.
But he doesn't undo the handcuffs.
He grabs a shiny helmet.
Every third day he does this.
He puts it over my head.
All I can see is black.
I'm used of it.
I hear a clicking noise.
Then another.
I squeeze the arm rest.
Then I feel it.
The overwhelming pain.
It makes me want to scream.
It makes me want to cry.
It makes me frozen.
It makes me numb.
I don't know what this is.
I never have.
And I probably never will.
I feel like my body is growing to small for my organs.
I feel like I'm about to explode.
I feel pain.
I think I grunt.
Then it stops.
But it's not over.
The pain leaves but my body is throbbing.
Then comes the cold water.
I can't breathe.
My lungs scream for air.
I sputter.
I gasp.
I can't breathe.
I am drowning.
I feel like I'm going to die.
I want to die.
It's better that this.
So much better. 
Then it stops.
I'm shaking.
He takes off the helmet.
The room is darkly lit.
Like always.
The man takes out a needle.
I tilt my head.
Pain.
Dark.
...
My eyes flutter open.
I see a dark figure in the corner.
I scramble backwards.
"Peter, it's me," The figure says.
A feeling washed over me...
It's unfamiliar.
I don't know what it is called.
"Bucky!" I exclaim and bolt over to him.
I think he smiles.
I hug him.
My eyes sting.
And then another unfamiliar feeling washed over me.
Wetness leaves my eyes.
Then loud, gross noises.
I'm crying.
Crying is weakness.
I cry harder.
I am weak.
My body shakes.
I can feel Bucky hold me tighter.
I can feel him sitting down.
I cling on to him.
He is literally the only thing I have left.
He runs a hand through my hair.
His breath tickles my neck.
I cry.
It feels... good.
"It's ok Peter," Bucky whispers, "It's ok."
I let go of him with one hand and wipe my eyes.
"Tell me a story."
Bucky chuckles. He begins talking. It's a new one.
He tells me about this girl named Peggy. And of course Steve. Bucky says Steve was sad because he couldn't get drunk.
I laugh.
Then I ask what drunk means.
"I hope I can meet Steve one day," I say after the story.
"One day," He repeats. Bucky sighs.
I look up at him.
"Something bad is about to happen."
What?
I tense up and wrap my arms tighter around Bucky.
"We are going to get out of here before it does."