All this was a lie? (Eobard Thawne x reader)

Chapter Three - Trauma

It took days, cruel days, before they finally let you go. You had nothing. No burns, no pain, you were completely ok, just still confused a bit. You pack your stuff and when noon hits, you walk down the street. They look peacefull and quite quiet. Maybe because everyone is in work and school by this time. You take a good look around and what your eyes catch? Jitters.

You walk in to lovely smell of coffee. Everything now smells better. You quickly order and sit by the window. Then a man walked in. Welcomed by shorter black haired woman.

„Barry!" She yelled as soon as she saw him walk in.

You look somewehere else but are forced to look that direction one more time cause you hear something fall. Waitress dropped coffee on the floor. That wasn't so interesting but you saw everything around slowly, just the man.. Barry was his name, was moving in same speed. It was a bit strange but you were too tired to think about it. As soon as you sip last drops of coffee, you stand up a walk through the door out in direction of nearest hotel, coffee situacion again in your mind.

You open the door and close them behind you as walk in. You turn the lights on and look around. Small room with bed, table and white carpet. There were another two doors. One right into the bathroom, behind second was simple kitchen and a table with four chairs. Cute place for a few nights before you should be good to go back to Star City. After what happend you lay on the bed and check your phone. There was literally nothing. When the accelator exploded, your brother went visit you but only once. Even after they contacted family that you were awake nobody showed up. But it was too late to be mad.

You suddenly wake up in a middle of night. You had a feeling something was wrong and the walls started to break. Orange lightning and flames of explosion hit you just like the night nine months ago and that was the moment when you wake up again. To reality this time. Heart racing and drops of sweat running down your forehead. That night marked you. You can't fall asleep for another two hours because of fear of the same dream, so you stand up and grab light brown coat and sneak out of the hotel. It's cold outside but everything is better than being struck by lightning again and again.