I'm Having These Weird Dreams •The Flash/Barry Allen•

Letting Go

I look at myself in the mirror.

The bags under my eyes are gone. I find that odd, for it was only this morning that I found myself cringing at them.

And how did I even reach in this room? It's unrecognisable, and my mind stays unconscious to remember where and how I got here.

There's a numbness in my chest which I can't find in myself to ignore.

I debate between myself if I should step out or not.

If there's death at my door, I doubt I want to gladly embrace it.

My hand shakes against my will as I reach for the doorknob.

I yank the door open, ripping off the band aid.

Cool air hits my skin, and I find myself facing a large field, sprinkled with bright flowers and seconds later, a sickly sweet scent fills my nostrils.

This is beyond weird.

I blink hard, expecting all of this to disappear. But it doesn't. It stays there, like an unwanted visitor.

I cant see anyone in sight, but I hear taunting whispers in the midst of this sunshine.

Every beautiful thing has a flaw.

I hear one particular prominent whisper," What is forbidden may not always be hidden, her eyes and her lips hold the sunshine of her soul. You'll never see her break in the midst of darkness."

How I manage to pick this up, I don't know. But it's almost screaming out to me, begging to be heard.

I force myself to take a step into the meadow, but much to my discomfort, the once green grass turn brown , and it doesnt stop.

In seconds the entire meadow is lifeless, only due to one small footstep.

And I am the killer of beauty.

I can feel myself go hollow, and I can feel the happiness getting sucked out of me.

Where am I?

I back away, my hands reaching behind me, for the door, but I can't find it, and the panick bores it's teeth into my scented flesh.

I want to close my eyes, and wake up, from this terrible dream, but no matter how much I try, my weak hearted mind refuses to let go.

Let go Gabriella.

Let go.

Let go of him.

But I can't, and I won't ever be able to. If this is why I'm dreaming, I'll stay here forever.

He doesn't love you, let go.

Let go.

Please let go.

And so I close my eyes, but just before I do so, the putrid stench of blood and burning stings my nose and I'm greeted pleasantly with blue lightening.

Close them.

And forget.

About everything.