The Broken Ones (Arrow fanfic)

Chapter 1

Felicity.

Felicity.

Felicity!

I was in a dark room, that looked like an asylum, all alone. There were whispers in my head that sent a ringing that shook my body. But then, I saw that I was not indeed alone. There was someone with me.

"There's darkness in you. Don't you try to deny it, Felicity." said a man with glowing eyes.

I whimpered, but then, suddenly, I was being dragged across tile floors to an alleyway street.

"Scream, Felicity. Scream!" the man demanded.

I couldn't stop the memories that flshed across my eyes.

My father was throwing glasses at me, and one almost got my head. It would have if I hadn't ducked. I glanced up in surprise, with a whimper.

Then there was the time when my dad locked me in the fridge in the basement. I remember clawing at the fridge and leaving marks.

I remeber my mom just watching and not fighting him when my father roughly kissed her and led her away to the bedroom with his drunken breath not leaving her neck or lips.

I remember how I would go to school covered in bruises and scars, and no one would say anything. I remember how I had a neighbor who heard my screams but did nothing because it "wasn't his problem". And I remember how I use to wake up in front of dead bodies screaming my head off. I was a freak and everyone knew it.

"Scream!!!" the man shouted.

And with sobs, I did scream. I screamed with all of my heart, and I felt the scream shake my body and echo in my head like a broken record player that never ends.I finallly woke up, but I woke up screamng in an alleyway, and there was a dead body with a backwards five engraved into the guys bare chest. But the worst part was the brain matter spilling out of the guy's head.

I choked back a sob as I took out my phone and called the ambulance.

Then, I made my way to the Team Arrow lair in a daze. I couldn't stop seeing that dead guy's body and my dream. Why me? Why does it always have to be me?

I sat in the same chair in the lair that I always sit in as Diggle, Sara, and Oliver trained and compared scars.

I could feel my envy, but eventually it faded away into darkness and that dead body. And the scars that painted my body like a canvas.

"Wait a minute, you knew that Felicity's father was hitting her?" the sheriff had asked the one person who knew about the abuse but didn't say anything. John Paisley.

"Hitting her? He was kicking the crap out of her." John Paisley had replied.

"Do you want to take this little conversation downstairs?" my dad asked with venom.

"Get in the damn freezer!" my father shouted.

"Please! Someone let me out! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I screamed as I clawed at the door.

"You know, it's funny. The kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deseve it." the sheriff said to me.

I shook my head trying to get rid of everything.

"Can you guys stop talking about scars and having eye sex? It gets kind of old." I said in a mono tone. A cold tone that shocked everyone.

"Felicity? Are you okay? You seem different." Oliver asked in concern.

"Yea, I'm fine. Didn't get much sleep with the whole Slade problem. Not that you two can't handle it because you can. I mean, you don't really need my help with how well Sara can hack, but I needed something to do. I mean, not in-"