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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"Piggy back ride on crack..." ⚡⚡⚡
-C O R Y-
Did I go to a bar? No.
Did I think about It? Hell yeah.
But it'd be a shame since I've haven't visited the bar in two weeks. And not just because the owner of the bar near Jitters banned me but because it's a waste of time.
When I get drunk it only lasts twenty minutes.
I don't consider myself to be an alcoholic either. It just has the ability to suddenly appear whenever things go south.
So you're probably asking about my whereabouts. I wasn't at the bar, or at work, and most definitely not at S.T.A.R Labs.
I was visiting an old friend.
"Hey there," I mumbled, Ignoring the dirt and grass, and sat down cross legged."How's it going down there? Great? I'd imagine it. How am I doing, you ask? Peachy. Just peachy, sis." I rambled. "Not sure if you can see the clouds right now, but they look pretty freakin' spectacular. I'm not sure what's with the sky, but I think it's extra happy. The clouds seem bigger fluffier, whiter..."
I bit my lip. And looked at the patch of flowers I sat on and laughed. "Since when did you start looking down more at the ground than the sky, huh?"
A tiny wild flower bent beneath the weight of my tear, which I furiously wiped away.
I laid side by side with the grave. "I miss mom. And now I know you've been missing her too. You can't deny it anymore. I saw the family albums you had in your bedroom. I just- I wish you could've told me instead of crying yourself to sleep every night. Found that out in your diary. It was an old one so you stopped writing in it. But now I'm curious to see what else you cried about."
My cheaks were wet and my nose was getting undeniably stuffy. "I'm getting off task," I chuckled before taking in a shaky breath.
"You remember your friends at the lab, that crappy job of yours? Well they did a bad thing, and I wanna help them, and I don't know what to do, a-and to be honest," I hiccuped. "I don't think I'm here for the advice."
I sludged the sidewalk in nothing but my flats and regular attire. My hair was soaked from the roots to ends before they landed on my face and slid down my cheek, not failing to remind me of the pathetic breakdown I had at the cementery.
