Barry Allen | The Flash
“Where the hell am I?” You grumbled, confused and hurt. Your side ached, as well as your head, making an assumption that she probably did something to get you hurt.
“Maximum security prison, you’re not getting out of here anytime soon.” A man, with short brown hair and a tall body spoke. His green eyes glared at you, small cuts and bruises around his outer lip and chin.
“You’re not going to hurt anyone anymore.” Another person, this time a dark-skinned woman with long brown hair stepped forward, her glare even sharper than the others surrounding her.
“Hurt anyone? What are you talking about!” You pounded on what looked like a glass door, though you knew that it must be something stronger. Otherwise she would have broken out already.
Suddenly, a realisation came to mind, in the way of a flash. You saw a man, the one who had cuts on his face, standing in front of you, a dark red mask on. But, it wasn’t you who was standing there. It was her, the one who haunts your dreams, and came out when you didn’t want her to.
You couldn’t hear the words that she said, but you could feel your voice making a mocking tone. But, just as quickly as you saw it, the vision was ended. Well, more like memory.
A shaky hand clapped over your mouth, putting the pieces together. You must have hurt that man, it was the only thing that made sense.
Stepping forward, the short-haired man wrapped an arm around the woman, pulling her closer. The two other people, a woman with red hair and a man with long black; they both looked at you with confused faces.
“Please, you have to believe me! That wasn’t me, it was this bitch who takes over my...ugh!” You let out a load moan of hatred, not being able to find the words to explain what she is.
“Bull shit.” The woman cursed, stepping forward, but the man pulled her back. She glared up at him, then back to you.
“Like, an alter ego?” The black-haired man stepped forward, his voice much more immature than the others. It wasn’t something you were used to, since imaturity was not very likely to be found in your home.
You nodded, as the people whispered. You knew they were debating whether to believe you or not, your fingers crossed, hoping they would.
But, loud footsteps sounded at the other end of-what you assumed was- a tunnel, coming closer. Non of the people seemed fazed, showing that they were in knowing that this person was coming.
Well, people. Because, turning the corner where two people. The large man had dark skin, a small tuble on the end of his chin; dark clothing to match.
And the other, was…
“Harry?” Your voice broke, tears springing into your eyes at the sight of the one you had lost. He stopped dead in his tracks, looking at you with pure shock.
“Y/N?” He asked air, but still you nodded, afraid that you would wake up and this would all be a dream. He wouldn’t be back, he would still be gone. “You know her!?” The group yelled surprised, as Harrison rushed forward.
After he pressed a few buttons, on a small key pad next to your cell, the see-through door sprung open. Immediately, you feel into his arms, trying to hold your inevitable tears back.
You got him back. Finally.
