Team Arrow Imagines {CLOSED}

Maybe I'm Lost (Oliver)

A/N: This imagine is pretty dark and sad.

A/N: This imagine is also based off of the song Lost by Kris Allen. Enjoy! 😊
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I was smiling to my self as I think back to the girls night I had with my friends. But my wonderful night had to me cut short when I got a serious call from Oliver. He wouldn't tell me what it was, and it was beginning to worry me. I walk into the building and Roy stopped me from going downstairs.

"Roy, I need to go down there."

"No, you don't."

"Roy, I'm serious! Oliver called me. I need to go down there. And I'm not asking for permission. So I suggest you let me go, or else you will be on the floor...bleeding."

He reluctantly lets go, and I run downstairs. I meet everyone's sad gaze. Felicity has one of her hands covering her mouth. Her tears stained with mascara and blush. Diggle avoids eye contact and Oliver... he walks towards me but doesn't say anything.

"What's wrong guys? What's with the long faces?" I say with a nervous smile.

I look behind Diggle to see a familiar woman laying on the table, limp. I walk closer and suddenly it hit me.

It was my mom.

(Cue Music)

"Mom! Mom!" I scream, running towards her.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I examine her, her face was cut and bruised. Her shirt was torn and her hands were broken by the attacker. She fought back... she always fights back. I touch her and she's cold, my heart shatters and my knees buckle.

But before I hit the ground, Diggle grabbed me.

"She---she----she's cold. Why is she so cold!"

I started sobbing violently, and Diggle holds me against his chest. I held back my tears temporarily, to ask

"What happened?"

"Y/N, don't do this to--"

"What happened, Oliver!"

"Some of the people that we put away, still had... loyalties. And once they saw an opportunity to weaken one of us... they took it."

I break from Diggle and took my mom in my arms again.

"I'm sorry. I'm so- so sorry. This shouldn't have happened."

"Y/N, it wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was. If I didn't on this damn costume, if I didn't become Black Thorn.... maybe she would still be alive."

"There's nothing you couldn't have done..."

"I need a break from this... I can't--"

I walk off and went to my room.

Third Person P.O.V
"Should I go find her?" Roy says.

"I don't know....she's unstable.. and when she's unstable, she's dangerous." Oliver says.

"She isn't just dangerous; she's deadly." Felicity chimes.

"Let me talk to her." Thea says.

"We're both women who lost our moms in a horrible way.... I'm the one she can relate to the most." She adds.

She runs upstairs to Y/N's room.

"Y/N?" Thea asked as she knocks on her door.

"Leave me alone." She whispers.

"Sweetie, please come out."

"No." She sobs.

There was silence, then she adds.

"Why did it have to be her? Out of all of the people in the world, it had to be her..."

On the other side of the door, Y/N stood up and began trashing the place. She threw lamps, plates and glass. She broke the tables and flipped the couches. Her frustrated screams echoes throughout the building.

"Y/N!" Thea screams through the door.

"Leave me alone!" She threw a vase at the door.

The shattered glass made their way into her wrists and she was bleeding. But she didn't care, because the woman who loved and nurtured her for 27 years... the person she first saw when she opened her eyes... the person who was by her side through all of the heartbreak and love... was now gone...and she was never coming back.

She pressed her body against the wall and slid down. She pulled her knees to her chest and covered her eyes with her wrists. She takes fist-fulls of her hair and sobs.

Maybe I'm lost
Oh, maybe I'm lost
Maybe your lost
Cause you're not looking
Well at least I'm looking...