T H E F L A S H
I was cornered, trapped, surrounded, Taking in my last few dozen breaths. As I kneeled into the gravel falling slowly to my palms while he stared tauntingly at me through the blurs.
"Things could have gone better, Cory. We could've...
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"...Bald headed jackass..." ⚡⚡⚡
-C O R Y-
"Honestly, what the hell is going on?"
My steady footsteps coursed through the deserted halls of S.T.A.R Labs and by the automated doorway that swished open as whenever walk near.
I rushed my fingers between the strands of my tangled my hair to direct it away and no where close to my face. Caitlin looked peeved seeing my bag and me sandwiched carelessly-my limbs flailed out in all sorts of directions while slouch heavily- in her desk area.
But Cisco being the wonderful human being I know him as, didn't ignore me. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"My cards have been declining at every store I've visited today, I went home only to see it's been sold to a new owner, and-oh you know- the fact that you nuggets never mentioned Ellie died the night of the explosion." My voice didn't waver once while I ranted. You could say I've taken careful notes from Cisco's unusual connection between bluntness and tragic news with a tiny hint of sarcasm.
Cisco nodded mindlessly making me mentally regret calling him wonderful,"Sounds rough." He muttered.
So I threw an empty tape dispenser at the back of his head.
"Well we tried telling you about Ellie, Cory, but lets face it you're not the best listener." Cait explained, and I couldn't disagree with her either. But that isn't the only reason she nor Cisco or even Dr. Wells didn't bring it up.
And because of it, I was the one to change the subject. If I didn't we'd be sitting in silence for an awkward five minutes at most.
Cisco and Caitlin know me well enough to know that I hate silence unless I need to concentrate all of my attention on something otherwise I get anxious and the infamous fact that I don't grieve. They learned that when they accompanied Ellie and I at our grandparent's funeral.
"Seriously guys, what's happening to my life."
Dr. Wells chose that exact moment to wheel in with a news paper crumbled in his hand.
"Technically Ms. Franta, you have no life."
I sat up adrubtly. "Hey there! Just because I like to spend a majoroity of my time watching Netflix doesn't mean I don't have a life. You should be the last one talking."
