All In My Head

Chapter 1

My name is Cassidy Snow. You've never heard my name, but you've probably seen my face. Maybe you know me better as Cassandra Summers, the model. Most people would call me beautiful, but my parents beg to differ. "Too tall," they would say. "Why don't you do some good with your life, like your sister?" They don't know, though. They don't know what I did to get this job, what I've been through, what I go through everyday, or what's happened to me and what I do now.

Present

Click! Click! Flash!   Bright lights blinded me as I pushed my way through the crowd. "Cassandra! Cassandra!" Voices cried around me, hoping to catch my attention. I plastered on my fake smile. Questions flew through the air. "Will you be attending the 2015 New York Fashion Week?"    

"Yes," I replied, pushing my way through the crowd.

"What color underwear are you wearing?" Some things are better left unsaid. I pretended not to hear the question as I struggled to get down my driveway.

"Is it true that you're current romance is with the Arrow?"

"No," I almost laughed at the rumor. I would never go out with someone as dark and brooding as him, although he is pretty hot.

"What are your thoughts on the recent particle accelerator explosion here in Central City?" I froze for a fraction of a second. Alyssa's words rand through my head. Sweetie, no one will ever love you for the way you are, so cry yourself a river, build a bridge, fake a smile, and get the frick over it.   And so that's what I did. I skipped the crying part, faked a smile that I had practiced over and over again, giving the image that every thing was okay, and just kept walking.

Luckily, it was at that moment that my bodyguard, Alessio, showed up. He muscled his way through the crowd, the paparazzi almost clearing a path for him, afraid of being trampled. I don't blame them. Alessio certainly did his job as a bodyguard, standing at 6'4, extremely muscular with broad shoulders and biceps that looked about ready to tear through his black t-shirt. I gave him a grateful smile as I looked up at him from my height of 5'7. He nodded, showing that he had seen my thankfulness. As he pulled me through the crowd, the words particle accelerator floated through my mind. I realized that I was subconsciously digging my nails into my leg, something I do when I'm extremely scared. Of course they don't know, I told myself. How could they? I was very careful about what I do. There's no way they could figure it out.

I sighed as I sunk into the comfy leather seats of my limo. No, I wasn't some spoiled rich girl. In fact, if I could choose any car to drive, it would probably be a Jeep or some sort of truck. The limo was just part of being a model, giving off the image that my life was perfect. 

"Tough morning?" My chauffeur, Chandler- again part of the whole 'perfect life' thing- asked.

"You have no idea," I groaned as I grabbed an extra-sweet ice tea from the cooler. "I can already tell it's going to be a long day." He chuckled and I smiled. Despite the stereotypical relationship between a chauffeur and his/her passenger, Chandler and I were actually pretty close. On the way to my studio, we made small talk, going over my long schedule, how his kids were doing, our plans for the weekend, etc. It actually helped calm me down. Sadly, all good and fun things must come to an end. Chandler dropped me off at the studio, and from then on it was torture.

Who knew that being a model was tougher than being a superhero? I walked down the street towards my apartment, enjoying the warm sun that shone down on the sidewalk. Alessio had attempted to make me go home with Chandler in the car, but eventually I convinced them both to go home. Let's just say that I can be very persuasive.

All of a sudden, a woman's voice filled my head. Please, please, please, let the police come quick, she prayed.

I sighed. The voice was coming from the bank on the corner of West Avenue and Allen Drive. Guess I can say bye-bye to that frappuchino I was planning on getting. I pulled my hood up over my face and ran down the street to the bank. When I walked through the door, the bells chimed and I stopped to catch my breath. Damn, I may be skinny, but I am definitely out of shape. 

"What's going on here?" I asked calmly.

"This is a bank, I'm in a black suit with a gun, put the pieces together lady," the guy who was assumed to be the robber snapped.

"Damn son, that's cold." So I was a bit sassy. Sue me.

Who does this girl think she is? A male voice rang through my head.

"That's for me to know, and you to never find out," I smiled.

"What?"

"Don't worry, only I heard that. Now, thanks for keeping this guy occupied, but you can go now," I smiled at the man in the red suit.

"Um, do you know who I am?" He asked.

"Of course I do. You're the Flash, Central City's most prized superhero. But trust me, you're not the only one fighting crime, so don't get too cocky."

"I hate to break up this lovely reunion, but I'm about to kill you both." We both whipped around to face the robber, who's gun was aimed at me. I aimed my thoughts towards the Flash.

You get them out of here, I'll fight this guy off. Trust me.

"Woah! Was that you?" He asked.

"GO!" I yelled.

Lightning flashed around me as Barry flashed innocent civilians out of the building. The man standing in front of me didn't appear to be a meta, so this should be easy.

Put down the gun.

He dropped it.

You don't want to hurt anyone.

"I don't want to hurt anyone," he recited monotonously.

You don't want to rob a bank.

"I don't want to rob a bank."

You're a normal dude who lives a normal life. You're a good guy.

"I'm a good guy," he said, as if just realising something.

Now go home and forget this ever happened.

"Why am I here? I'm going home," he casually walked out the bank like nothing ever happened.

"And that's how it done!" I brushed the imaginary dirt off and walked out the bank.

"Don't think I'm letting you go that easy," The man in the red suit smirked.

"What are you gonna do about it, speedster?"

"This." There was a breeze, lightning, and then all of a sudden we were in S.T.A.R Labs.

"Barry? Why are you carrying Dr. Snow?" A man in a wheelchair rolled over to where "Barry" held me in his arms. Dr. Wells. I gasped as I realized my hood must have fallen off.

"So that's your name, huh. Barry," I smirked. "And also, I thought Dr. Wells died!"

"Wait a minute. Caitlin?!" Barry exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell us you have powers?"

"I have what now?!" Caitlin asked, walking into the room.

"CAITLIN?!" Barry yelled, clearly confused.

"I got to go," I dashed out of the lab. I let out a sigh of relief once I exited the building.

I heard heels clicking on the sidewalk behind me. Caitlin.

"Cass?" I heard her chirpy, high-pitched voice behind me.

"Only people I love call me that," I stated coldly.

"Barry? I need some back up."

"Oh god."

Lightning, wind, the usual.

"And we're back," I sighed as I looked around the lab. Dr. Wells seemed to have disappeared. "Here we go."