The Broken Ones (Arrow fanfic)

Chapter 2

There's a quote that was implanted in my mind today. Life asked death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" Death responded, "Because you are a beatuiful lie, and I am a painful truth."

Death seemed to be a new theme this week. I've lost so much sleep this past week because each time that it feels that I'm waking up, I find myself before a dead corpse like the body that I just saw with the pooling brain matter and pentagram engraved to his bare chest. As if that wasn't enough, the voices or whispers in my head are getting worse. I can't even take a small nap with how busy Arrow and Black Canary are. If I didn't know better, I'd say everyone was out to get me.

But is it still paranoia if they really are all out to get you?

I sat in the lair dazing off into space, unforunately in the direction of Oliver's bare abs that made me want to- no. I can't do this to myself. Especially while I'm loosing my mind.

"Felicity? Are you okay? I've been trying to get your attention for several minutes, but you've just been staring off into space. What's going on?" Oliver softly asked, suddenly in front of me with his soft and caring blue eyes.

"I'm fine. Just tired. But we're probably all tired considering the mass of late night crime fighting. I mean, does anyone in this city sleep? And 1, 2, 3."

Oliver nodded before putting his hand on the small of Sara's back as they made out in front of me.

Is the world really trying to make my life miserable?

Then, I was alone again. But now adays, I'm never alone anymore, which has me worried now because there was only radio silence.

I just sighed with all of my exhaustion. My body ached and lacked energy, and I was tired, so I layed down on the tiled floor, bundling up the jacket on the computer desk to use as a pillow.

It smelled like Oliver, and it was sweet sweet torture. But I couldn't really dwell on it with how quickly I fell asleep.

I lay in my nice and warm bed with the dark purple covers with Oliver beside me, just looking at me in awe.

Then, I saw that the closet door was open, and there was something that drew me to the closet.

"Felicity, come back to bed. Felicity!" Oliver said with a worried and concerned voice.

But I ignored him. Then, I opened the door and was sucked into the darkness with a scream escaping out of my mouth.

I sat up gasping for breath to see Oliver and Sara.

They were in the middle of the lair feet away from me... having sex in front of me as they smirked at me.

I felt my heart shatter, and I so desperately wanted to turn away and leave, but someone was behind me, making sure I didn't look away.

I wanted Oliver to be happy, but I didn't want him to show just how happy he was in front of me. But, of couse, I never had good luck. I could feel my sorrow and hopelessness pound in my chest before anger came.

Hate, hate hate, hate!

"How can you escape what's inside of you?" a man with pale skin asked me. "That's right, you can't."

"Felicity!" Oliver shouted above me.

I stood up on trembling legs and walked over to the computter. I had to know if I was actually awake.

I couldn't read the words on the key board. I just saw symbols that I didn't understand.

"You're dreaming. This isn't real. You're dreaming. Get out of your head, Felicity, wake up. wake up!" I finally sobbed out.