Secret Origin of Rebecca Allen [ under editing ]

Chapter Twenty-Five

Today was Barry's funeral and Iron Heights got special permission for Henry to attend. Rebecca saw her father and ran over and engulfed him into a hug crying into his chest. It was really hard to not have her brother. But she wasn't the only one who felt this way, Barry was like a brother to Iris also and he was a son to Joe too. Her dad wrapped an arm around her and squeezed tightly. "It's going to be all right Becci." The older man said in a gentle tone.

She nodded gingerly and pulled away. Rebecca spotted Oliver and walked over and planted a soft kiss on his plump lips. "How are you doing?" He asked. The archer had dealt with death before, he knew how hard it was to lose someone you cared about. "I'm doing better than I thought I would." The young woman replied, looking him in his crystal blue eyes. "You'll get through this, your strong." Why does everyone thing I'm strong? I'm not, I'm just a weak little girl. Rebecca thought.

She sat down in the cold, black, metal chairs that laid in rows in the grass at the venue of the funeral. Oliver sat down next to her and squeezed her hand reassuringly. Felicity sat next to Oliver and was already crying.

"I have been informed that Mr. Allen's sister wants to say a few words about Barry." The man running the funeral said and stepped down from the podium. Rebecca walked through the damp grass in her black heels and climbed the stairs on the stage and eventually found herself behind the oak podium looking down at the crowd. She saw familiar faces. Like Detective Thawne, Captain Singh, Caitlin Snow, Harrison Wells, Cisco Ramon, and numerous others. "Uh. Um. Wow. Okay." She said awkwardly. "I had a whole speech written out and everything, but it doesn't even begin to do Barry justice." She crumpled up the notebook paper and placed it on the podium.

"Barry was more than my brother. He was my protector, my best friend, my role model." She started. "He was the reason I woke up every morning. He was the only thing that kept me pumping and pushing. But now that he's gone, it's been hard to find a reason to wake up and be productive." The young woman admitted. "But enough about me. We're here for Barry." She adverted from the topic. "He was a smart, funny, dorky, guy. Everyone loved him. He was so so likable." Rebecca chuckled quietly. "Everywhere we went, he would always make a new friend or strike up a conversation with a complete stranger. Sometimes it would get us in trouble, other times it was great fun." She smiled as she wiped the salty tears streaming down her face.

"Um. Sorry in advance guys, but a long while ago, Barry gave me a letter. He told me that at his funeral, no matter what, I had to read this letter." She said sheepishly. "Full discloser, I have never opened this and have no idea what it says. Also, he wrote this when he was about eleven I think." She ripped open the envelope and unfolded a crisp piece of paper. "Hi, if your hearing this, died. Here are some things you should know." She began. "First of all, whoever goes to Mars first needs to check the planet for life, I'm pretty sure Aliens live there." Rebecca couldn't help but laugh at eleven year old Barry's thoughts. Her cheeks turned crimson red as she read the next line. "Secondly, Iris, I have a crush on you. Just thought you should know that." She was resentful about revealing that part of the letter. "Joe, behind the photo of you and Iris, I hide my money there." She smiled. "Rebecca, you have to go on and be that fire woman you have always wanted to be." Becca grinned, memories of her days of wanting to be a fire woman crowded her head.

She stepped down when the letter was fully read and slowly walked back to her seat. The funeral was over about an hour later and only the Wests and Allens went to go bury Barry next to their mother, Nora.

When that was over, Rebecca headed to the West household where Oliver was waiting. "Hey." She said quietly and ran a hand through her black hair. "I want to leave. Tonight." She stated. "Leave to where? Why now?" Oliver asked in a confused tone. "Anywhere but here and now because it hurts too much to be here. Everything here reminds me of Barry." She said, digging her head into his chest. He rubbed her back. "Becca, I know it hurts. But your family needs you." Oliver said in a gentle tone.