Forever. (A Bucky Barnes fanfiction)

Chapter 6.

I knock sharply on the door again, hoping at least one of them is home, but no answer, I lean against the door and make out a news report, about an escaped mental patient....holy shit it's talking about me..
I press my ear against the door and listen as carefully as I can. "Inmate patient Sarah Ledoux has escaped asylum yesterday at the Candace's Cradle Mental Institution. She is very dangerous, always armed, and committed five murders before she escaped, one before she was placed in the home, four guards, and a doctor, and several years ago, her father was found burned to death by her mother, who then placed Sarah in the asylum. If you see her, please call this number, she will not negotiate, and she will not hesitate to kill you. Currently in New York City, police are scouring the entire city and surrounding areas to find her. I'm Lester holt and when we come back, a popular food item that won't be on the shelf much longer." Oh shit, oh shit shit shit shit shit shit! I need to hide somewhere! I see a red door and assume it's a janitors closet, I can probably use it as a hideout space! I quickly run in and shut the door, then locking it just as a precaution. I look down at the floor, it's hardwood..this room is way to lit up to be a janitors closet..I turn around and face a large apartment, nice decor, but I definitely should not stay here. Maybe just a look around. I silently walk around the apartment living room and kitchen, praying that the owners aren't here. I see two bedroom doors that are closed, I walk over to them and open one slightly and peek inside. I see someone's leg hanging off of their bed, and as I open the door more and more I see the entire person, so I panic, and shut the door. Unfortunately, my panicked hurry caused me to pull the door shut way to fast, making a loud slam echo through the apartment. "Hey man what are you doing?" The person yells from inside the room, assuming I'm the other resident here. I hear footsteps coming towards both of the bedroom doors, so I silently jump over the couch and duck behind it. Both doors open and the two come out of their rooms. "Why'd you slam my door? Were you spying on me?" "No! I've been in my room the whole time watching tv." "Then who slammed my door?" "The wind maybe." "No windows are open." A silence follows. "I think there's someone here with us." One whispers, shit. I hear footsteps creak around, and I know they're tiptoeing around trying to find me. I can make it to the door if I try, wait, no. One of them has to know something about where Bucky and Steve are. I just have to prompt one of them. I tuck and roll across the living room, keeping quiet, I hide behind a curtain, one of the men walks right in front of me, so I grab him from behind, cover his mouth, and drag him into a bedroom, closing the door silently. He struggles a lot, but I keep my hold on him. "Whoever you are, I'm going to let you go now, but you have to promise not to scream, okay?" I tell the man, I can feel his hard breathing against my hand and he nods quickly, I let him go and he spins around immediately. Both of our eyes widen as we see each other, Bucky. "You asshole!" I whisper shout through my gritted teeth, pulling out my knife and backing him against a wall with the weapon to his throat, he puts his hands up high and against the wall, breathing heavily and staring into my eyes. "Sarah?" He says my name in disbelief, and I scowl at him. "Bucky. You broke your promise. You said you'd visit me at least once a week until you could save me. You stopped coming after a week! It's been six months since you promised me! I escaped yesterday before they could put me through electroshock therapy, today was the day I was supposed to get a lobotomy, do you understand what I would have become if I didn't escape? I would be a...a...never mind what it's called! eventually they would kill me!" I whisper yell angrily in his face, he cocks his head confusedly. "What? I've been trying to see you every day for six months, but they always told me you didn't want to see me." He whispers. Oh, well...that changes a lot. "I did want to see you, ever since the first few months I was able to visit you. I really really wanted to see you every day. And I'm really sorry the institute wouldn't let me visit you." He says. Well now I just feel bad for holding a knife to his throat..I drop the knife and grab his shoulders, pulling him close and embracing him tightly. "You're still an asshole." I whisper, laying my head down on his shoulder, he embraces me back and chuckles softly. "Why's that?" "Because." I reply bluntly and he laughs softly, I pull away from the hug and look at him. Dear god he looks incredible, his long hair is actually clean, so soft too, he wears a grey t shirt materiel with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his strangely beautiful metal arm, beautiful because of its shiny, polished, sleek steel like appearance, not because I'm attracted to arms. On his legs, black sweatpants, they make his legs look fine as fuck. Overall, he is literally perfection. I watch his eyes look me up and down, no doubt noticing the patients gown underneath my hoodie, I couldn't find any pants or anything, so I just stole a hoodie and put in on over my gown, hoping no one will notice that it's not just a normal dress. "Wait, you said you escaped? How di-" "just go watch the news. I'm everywhere. That's why I was hiding in here in the first place, everyone has an eye out for me. Police are combing through the entire state of New York to find me." I inform him, I can i wo tell he's thinking up some way to get me out of this, but I also know he won't be able to come up with anything. "BUCKY WATCH OUT!" Steve's shout rings loudly through the room we're in, followed by a loud bang, I feel a sting in my stomach, looking down, I watch my light blue hospital gown turn deep dark red. Oh shit. He shot me! Through a door! Why can't I ever be around someone I care about without something screwing it up! I look up at Bucky, whose horrified wide eyes stare down at my stomach, the door flies open, whacking my shoulder, causing me to be slammed against the wall. Well that's just gonna cause more blood loss faster. "oh my go- Sarah! Sarah no! Oh god I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you!" Steve cries out when he sees me. Funny, I said nearly the same thing to my dad four years ago. My..dad..my dad. My dad! My dad my dad my dad my dad my dad! It was an accident! "IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL HIM! DON'T KILL ME! I CAN'T DIE YET! I'M NOT CRAZY! I'M NOT CRAZY! I'M NOT CRA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" My screaming turns to chaotic laughter as my vision starts to fade and I slide down against the wall to the floor, Bucky and Steve are quickly at my sides trying to keep me awake, Steve gently hitting my cheek, and Bucky begging me to stay up. When my laughter starts to grow quieter, Bucky jumps onto me, kneeling with his knees on either sides of my legs, he grabs my face and makes me look at him, not a bad view for a last glance of life. Not bad at all. "Sarah! No no no no no no stay with me! Stay with me Sarah!" He pleads with me, then turning to Steve, "call an ambulance!" "What? So they can arrest her?" Steve exclaims, exasperated. Bucky quickly pulls his hair back, and covers his face with his hands. "I DON'T KNOW!" He shouts, his voice bouncing off of the walls, "it's okay, I'm okay! I'm totally fine guys, look, It doesn't even hurt that much!" I try to tell them in my normal voice, but all that comes out is a whisper, followed by a choked cough, Bucky and Steve's eyes tell me all I need to know. I'm definitely not okay, and I'm probably either going to die, or get taken to a prison or mental institution...fan-fucking-tastic. Bucky frantically rips my bloody hospital gown at the stomach and presses down on the large wound firmly, making me cry out in pain. "You're..oh god..you're gonna be okay! I...I-I-I promise!" He tries to reassure me but he's never been a very good liar. Wait, how do I know that? We only just met like ten months ago..wait..James Barnes, Steve Rogers...I knew him! I knew them! Back when we were kids we were best friends! Oh my god, oh my god...why the hell am I just remembering this now?! Why when I'm going to die?! And why don't they...remember me? My lips form a frown just before I black out. I can hear Bucky shouting for Steve to help him do something but I know it's too late. Wow. This fucking sucks.