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

Love Always

Flashback

"Hello?", My voice echoed around the apartment.

Aside from the furniture, I found nothing. Not even a a little bit of his ever so prominent scent.

He's gone. And I've lost him.

Something in me snaps, and there's a sudden pressure in my chest, like I'm never going to be able to get breathe the clean, worry-free air ever again.

I've lost all hope of love.

And somehow, I don't want it back.

I'd grown to love him, just as I'd lost him.

-End of Flashback -

My head sits carefully nestled on my clammy palms.
The last few hours have been absolute torture for me, and I know for a fact that I will never ever see Roy Harper again. Cisco offered to keep me company at Star Labs with his research but I really don't feel good anymore.

I feel drained of all emotion. I feel blank. I feel empty.

He left me, without a goodbye.

I expected too much of him, I was bitter at his announcement and he probably did what was best for him. And I refuse to hate him for that.

He didn't leave me here.

My choices have affected the way I am now.

I want to change the past. I want to change everything.

And I find myself craving the power I don't possess.

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Hi little black book audience ( which is basically no one).

Seems like you're my only resort now, and I have no one left who wants to hear about the magical mystical stories I must share.

Must it always be me, who is ever so dramatic?

Okay I'm being way too dramatic.
It has recently come to my attention that you may not know much about me.

So I shall make a proper introduction.

My name is Gabriella Marianna Davis and I honestly hate my middle name.

My first word: Hi.

My first steps: The heavens probably know, as most of my baby book was coloured on by yours truly.

Marianna was my aunt's name, and she was supposedly a great woman, who ventured many seas.
After my parents passed away, which I will get to later, I moved in with my close family friend, I'd say.

His name is Oliver Queen.

Oliver Queen was really young when I met him, and he left shortly after I arrived. His sister, Thea Queen and I were raised by a nanny.

Growing up for me was tough. I was quiet and shy, and I wasn't one to fight. Kids would take advantage of my personality, and tease me, torment me of my past, and of who I grew up with.

They brought me down because I grew up without Oliver.

And I would shut up, and take it all in, pretending I was fine, as I am now.

One day, a boy, told me he liked me.

I was overjoyed to think someone could like me, after the hell I went through.

He took me out one day, and leaned in when suddenly his friends popped up, and he pushed me from the ledge we were sitting on. I fell, and thankfully it wasn't too high, and all I broke was my ankle.

Meanwhile I would take lessons with Oliver, about self defence, only when he'd pop up all of a sudden.

I'd never really use them.

That, was on my Earth.
Wherever that is.

On this Earth, I was adopted by Joe, my godfather, only to miss what I'd actually gone through. I had a perfect life with a lovely family. Except I didn't really live it.

Years later, there was a blast at Star Labs, and I, like Barry was hit by the after effects.

I now had powers.

I could travel to the many Gabriellas in different universes and look at their lives through their very own eyes. I also could conjure wisps of power, which I have come to call them as Patronus, in singular form.

And now, I'm here, writing my story down for you, and it's really detailed, but I'll probably write those down later. Mind you, I'm not amazing at writing. I also may or may not dramatise my visions and my story. Beware, for everything you read may not be as you perceive.

So while I may seem like I'm not telling you the truth by stating different worlds and doppelgangers, trust me, I'm not lying. This world was always crazy. And it just keeps getting crazier.

If you're wondering why I'm this gory, it's probably because I've been pushing through these dreams and I feel like I'm losing myself.
And that's why I have you. So I can remember, that once, I was the person I was meant to be, and not some brain dead girl with weird dreams and a haste for shooting blue sparks outta her fingers.

Now that you're my only support, I'll make it a point to tell you close to everything, or a little less than everything.

What? I'm not your best friend and you, you black book, are not alive! Plus, I find that writing a lot makes my wrist ache.

Eugh, it's aching now.

I'm going to try and be as light hearted as possible and don't give me a look if my jokes are bad or stupid.

That's just who I am, and besides, you signed up for this when you were painted black (my favourite colour) and Iris saw you, in DeskCo, gleaming in all your black beauty.

It's completely your fault.
Not mine.

Love always,
Gabriella.