Forever. (A Bucky Barnes fanfiction)

Chapter 4.

"He broke his promise..." "Nurse what is she talking about?" "I don't know sir, she just keeps repeating it and I don't even know the reason." "He broke his promise...HE BROKE HIS PROMISE HE BROKE HIS PROMISE HE BROKE HIS PROMISE!" I scream at the top of my lungs, breaking my arm out of the restraints I grab the doctor by his collar and pull him close to me, the nurse using he radio for backup to restrain me again. The doctor has a look of pure fear in his eyes, he struggles to get loose but I hold his collar tight, my body shaking violently makes it a tad difficult but I hold on anyway. "He broke his promise.." I whisper. "HE SAID HE WAS COMING BACK!" I scream in the doctors face, making him wince in fear, armored guards pour into the room, all pointing guns at me, I let go of the doctor and he stumbled backwards and hits the wall, then smoothing out his clothes and clearing his throat arrogantly. "Now then, let's get on with your electroshock therapy, yes? Yes let's go then." He says with a smug smile on his face. I stare around the room, into the eyes of each and every guard, smirking. The guards all stare back at me, and then at each other, and then at themselves. I give them a little wave, and then they burn to nothing from the inside out. It's completely painless, and then you die. Even so, the men scream like children as they watch their skin start to burn, but at least the don't have to watch their insides get incinerated. When nothing remains of the guards anymore, I turn to the doctor and nurse, who watch me, horrified. "You gonna run or not?" I ask the nurse, never taking my eyes off the doctor. She turns and quickly runs down the long hall and out through the large steel double doors. "You've gotten yourself all worked up dearie, just lay back down, and I'll get you your therapy, and everything with be fine." He says. "If you want to live, put your hands up, and let me leave here." I hiss, he breaks out into laughter. "You aren't going to kill me. I've been like your father since you came here when you were fifteen." He states arrogantly, and clasps his hands together calmly. I narrow my eyes at him and spit, which lands on his forehead. "You've never been like my father, my father was a great man, and you never treated me with respect or care or kindness, now I'll say it again, if you want to live, put your hands up and let me leave." He still disobeys. "If your father was such a great man why did you kill him?" He asks me, smirking a little bit. My heart stops, and tears start to form in my eyes. "It was an accident!" I exclaim. "IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" I scream, the doctor laughs harshly. "It wasn't an accident! You knew exactly what you were doing! You wanted to kill him because you knew he hated your guts!" He shouts at me. "IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" I scream and angrily swipe my hands up, burning the doctor just like the painting. He screams in pain and fear and tries desperately to put out the fire, but in a few moments he's nothing but ash and embers. I stare down at the gurney I'm kneeling on, trying to catch my breath and collect myself again. Tears fall onto the white plastic beneath me as I sob and wail loudly, my voice echoing through the halls. "It was an accident..." I whisper.