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

Black & Blue

Barry glares at me.

"What did you see?", He asks once more.

I steer my eyes away from his crackling ones.

"Nothing that concerns you", I mumble, hoping it doesn't offend him.

"Gabi there's something you aren't telling me. And with these Earth - 2 meta's attacking, any information would be useful information to destroy zoom."

Zoom. He's so focused on zoom he barely considers himself.

I hide behind my hair, creating a barrier between his prying eyes and my guilty face.

But he's just too determined.

"Barry I'm not alive on that Earth there's no way I would see anything", the lie tastes foul in my mouth.

His gaze softens, and I'm left to think he believed me.

"You're right. I'll see you later", he says curtly, and leaves.

The word liar plays in tune with the rest of my thoughts.

My home wasn't Earth - 2.

It was another, far away from here.

And for some reason, visions of Earth 2 flash in my mind, of me alive, and scared, somewhere dark and musty.

I care enough of her, I just want to save her.

If zoom knows about what I can do, he's going to try everything in his power to stop me from entering her eyes, to stop me from intruding on his malicious plan.

And if I let Barry know, he's going to want more than what I've got.

Which leads to him getting reckless.

And that's the last thing I want happening.

This zoom, who we call a face of death, is only just a man. And he's only just as strong as we want him to be.

Sometimes, I can feel myself tear apart to shreds. I need love, and I crave him, and that isnt good at all.

I was supposed to let go.
I was supposed to forget.
I wasn't supposed to feel broken.

But it's too late for me now.
Some part of me, wishes this never took place. That I was still home, untouched, innocent.
But most of me grasps at loose ends of memories my mind demands to discard.

Every day, I feel someone important to me, being snatched right away, right before my very eyes.
They aren't bought by love, or money.
They are sold with secrets. With temporary moments of pure trust.

And the once love bound relationships I had have turned to ashes. And soon they will be forgotten, as centuries of dust is to the Earth.

I yearn for someone to ask me if I'm okay, but I'm sure, when that does happen, I'll push them away.

Every click is just one more until I will break. Until I won't be able to take it anymore.

I am now a weapon.

And as I've heard others say,

I'm a glass sword.

And I'm beginning to shatter.

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Beat me up Black & Blue,

Do it until the bruises reach a pretty hue.

Baby I love you so,

Hold me tight and don't let go.