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Warning. This does have some self harm and sad stuff.
Barry POV

I could fell myself being shaken. " BARRY!" The voice yelled. I winced and opens my eyes to see Hal leaning over me. Where those tears in his eyes? No. No of course not. " W-What happened?" I asked trying to sit up but then felt a sting near my rib. " You feel asleep and then you started to move around and whimper....."  He had paused. I remembered that we were supposed to have a movie night. " A-Are you okay?!" He asked me. I sat up and smiled," y-yeah. Just a little shaken up I guess.." he looked at me with his deep brown caring eyes. " Are you sure, you seemed... weird.." Hal said while tilting his head to the left while he spoke. I could feel myself say yes and after a while he and I agreed that it was late and he left. Hal had grabbed his coat and then asked me once more if I was ok. He's only asking that out is pity, you should know how to take care of yourself. What kind of hero are you? My thoughts yelled over an over again, but I smiled and said that I was fine. Once I had closed the door behind him I stared to cry. Why am I so weak? I thought to myself. I got so shaken up by a stupid dream. Hal probably thinks that I'm weak and stupid, and worthless.. The list went on and on until I couldn't take it anymore. I started to notice my trembling hand as it went through a drawer and got out a knife. The same knife that I've used for so may nights in a row, the same knife that I had promised Iris I have gotten rid of. And for a moment, the whole world seemed to hold its breath, as if we where all waiting to see what I would do. I pressed the cold sharp end of the knife to my skin as I smiled.

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