Forever. (A Bucky Barnes fanfiction)

Chapter 5.

{flashback}
"C'mon dad, what if I accidentally hit you?" I ask him nervously, he smiles reassuringly at me. "It's okay honey I know you won't hit me, you may not have full control yet, but you will, and practicing is the only way to get you there. So go on honey, burn the mannequin!" He says positively, I take a deep breath and focus my sight on the mannequin, and move my hand upwards slowly, I see the feet of the mannequin start to burn up, and I smile brightly. I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it! Suddenly, my dad sneezes, causing my attention to be brought on him, and the sudden noise startles me, causing my hand to fly upwards quickly. In a second I realize what I've done, I scream as my dad starts to burn from the bottom up, he stares at himself in disbelief, and then up at me sadly. "It's okay honey, it was an accident I know, don't torture yourself about this, okay? I love you Sarah." He tells me, trying to reassure me that it'll all be okay. I run to him and stare at my hands and then back up at him. "I don't know how to stop it dad! I'm so sorry! dad please don't leave me!" I cry out, he smiles sadly as a tear runs down his cheek. "Goodbye Sarah."
{End of flashback}
I wake and sit up suddenly with tears running down my face, where the fuck am I?! I look around the alleyway and relax, I came here yesterday after I left the asylum..I left the asylum.. "I LEFT THE ASYLUM!" I shout happily and start to laugh joyfully, a man passes by the alley but stops upon seeing my odd behavior, he cautiously approaches me from behind. "Um, excuse me miss? Are you alright?" He asks me carefully, I spin around in surprise and look upon this man. Typical business type, $400 suit, leather shoes, neatly combed hair, and a clean shaven face, nothing I have to defend myself against, good. I collect my composure and straighten my posture a little bit. "Yes yes I'm fine, but I'd really appreciate it if you gave me the directions to somewhere I need to go." I say, I just wanting for the short, blunt, no, lucky for me, he decides to go against my prediction and smiles at me, nodding his head a little. "I'd love to give you directions." I stand up and hand him an address, which he stares at for a little bit, working out how I should get there. "Okay so....you take the subway to Brooklyn, then you go to the brick building with the neon sign that says lobster rolls inside, it's an apartment building, so don't eat the lobster rolls. Also, take the elevator to the fifth floor, that's the top floor, and it looks like it should be the sixth door down the hall." "Thank you." time to fix Bucky's broken promise.