Barry Allen is Missing

How Much?

ONE DAY AGO....(Before Allen Went Missing)

Barry was starting to get used to being over Jimmy's death and the bullying. But Barry wanted to make a lot of friends despite Joe's orders. Ryan was never a bad guy. Just misunderstood.

Barry was helping Francine to clean up the kitchen in the night. Joe was doing his police work and Iris was doing her homework Barry already finished. Francine looked at the window.

"Oh! Barry! Could you take care of the letters out of the mailbox?" Francine asked.

"Sure thing!" Barry said.

He went outside and got to the mailbox. Opened the metal lid.

Advertisements, newspapers, blah, blah, .....huh? What is this?

Barry carried a rather simple small envelope. It said:

TO: Barry Allen

FROM: David Ratchet.

VERY PRIVATE!! ONLY LET BARRY READ!

Barry was confused and worried. Who the hell was David Ratchet?

Barry nonetheless put the letter in his pocket and brought the remaining letters to Francine. Barry finished his chores and went upstairs to his room. He sat on the bed, took out the letter, and opened it.

Dear Barry,

You might be wondering who I am. I cannot blame you.

I am your dad's cellmate in Iron Heights Prison.

I gave Henry a lot of respect since he might be suffering just like me. Henry and I talked for a long time and he said a lot of nice things about you.

I tried to call your foster dad Joe. He ignored my calls.

I am not going to be surprised if no one told you that your dad confessed to murdering your mom.

But Henry was forced to confess.

Some asshole officer named Doyle was bullying Henry by beating him up with a nightstick despite Henry being in very good behavior. I tried to stop Doyle. But he was very powerful with that stupid stick.

Doyle forced Henry to confess as that asshole was laughing. Henry was crying.

Doyle said that he is doing this for you and he would never want a negative role model be affecting you.

I am sorry kid. I tried to help. But no one believes me or him.

But your dad loves you so much.

David Ratchet.

Droplets of tears were on the paper. Barry gripped the letter hard as he cried. He brought a pillow up to his face and screamed into the pillow, hiding his sorrow.

Something in Barry snapped as he ran in high speed and took a cigarette from a simple kitchen counter as well as his belongings. He went downstairs with a tired smile.

"Joe?" Barry yelled.

"Yeah?" A muffled voice from upstairs.

"I will be out to Central City Park for a while." Barry said.

"It's midnight..." Joe's voice said.

"I know!"

"Alright. Be back soon." Joe said. Francine heard Barry and also said to be safe.

Barry was on the Central City Park, where no one was there since it was midnight. The lights were shining bright as the stars were sparkling in the dark sky. Despite being fourteen, Barry took a cigarette out that he stole from Joe and huffed. He stared at the stars with tiring eyes and a smile.

A homeless man was looking at the boy on the bridge from the children slides afar. At first, the man scoffed and just looked away for thirty seconds. The homeless man looked back one more time.

There was nothing. A smoking cigarette was on the ground.

The homeless man stood up in shock. He ran to where the bridge is and looked around. Nothing. The homeless man panicked.