Barry's Memories

by CupcakesO

It was a dark, rainy night and I was stuck at the lab late to the project I was working on. Just as I was typing up my report, the door opened and Iris came in. As always, she looked as fanciful as ever. She and her father were a significant part of my life since my mom died and my dad went to prison. This time, she wore a dark red dress that went a little lower than her knees, a

It was a dark, rainy night and I was stuck at the lab late to the project I was working on. Just as I was typing up my report, the door opened and

Iris came in. As always, she looked as fanciful as ever. She and her father were a significant part of my life since my mom died and my dad went to prison. This time, she wore a dark red dress that went a little lower than her knees, a gold necklace and gold heels. "Hi Barry. Joe and I just wanted to see when you would come home." Iris said with a smile. "Tell Joe I'll be there in 10 minutes." I replied with a smile just as heart-warming as hers. "Sure." She said as she walked out the door. As she left, it gave me leeway to act as I always do. Fast. As in, really fast. I'm the Flash. I whizzed through the paperwork so I could get back to my chemical mingling and fingerprint analysis. You can't even see my hands. All you can see is a skin colored blur. "Joe knows my secret, but Iris doesn't. I want her to know, but keep her safe rather than get her in trouble. Iris is resolute and strong enough, but Joe wants it this way. I sighed. " I continued to examine the fingerprint when the memory of how I became the Flash came back to me.

I remembered the feeling of lightning zapping me right in the chest. The whole room turned a clean white. All I could hear was the glass beakers shatter into pieces. I could feel the different chemicals spill over my shirt. I was in a coma for 9 months straight. I shook my head, forgot the thought and went back to work. I had finally gotten a decisive result and packed up. I was walking out the door when I remembered that I left the car keys on the table. I ran up the stairs, not going too fast or the cameras might catch me. I have a knack for not remembering things. As I was driving back home, I remembered all the childhood memories we had together. The time when some kids were bullying me. Iris came and stood up for me. Another time was when some other kids were telling me I couldn't play with them. Again, Iris came and dragged me to play with her. With her around, I was never excluded from anything.

I soon reached the garage and parked the car. I walked inside the house and a savory aroma filled the room. A smell this delightful could only mean one thing: Iris was cooking. I dropped my jacket on the couch and ran to the kitchen. She made chicken with a dark brown gravy. Next, she brought out mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie. I realized that she was making all my favorite foods. I looked at the calendar and thought, "How could I forget?" Memories can really fog up your mind. It was my birthday!