My name is Barry Allen and I am 29 years old.

In the past I would've considered myself an optimist, but now I just feel bitter.

2 years ago I was convicted for the murder of Clifford Devoe, a murder I didn't commit. At my trial 'video surveillance' was somehow recovered, showing how I supposedly did it, but it was fake. I was said to be guilty. My family stood by and watched as I was dragged away by officers, pleading for my innocence. I was sentence to life in Iron Heights, how damn ironic considering my family history.

I've only gotten one visitor over these couple of years, Iris. She told me she was pregnant with a girl and then she left. That was over 9 months ago. I suspect I have a child now, one I'll never get to meet.

I was put in an isolation cell, giving what my 'crime' was, this is standard procedure. This gave me lots of time to think.

I hated this city. I had spent four years risking my life to protect it, to keep people safe, and they were the ones to lock me up. Half the time I think of escaping this place. I could. No one knows I'm a meta human. No one knows I'm the Flash. Maybe if they did they'd let me go, after all the Flash was a hero. He never killed.

I hated my family too. How could they possibly believe I had done such a horrible thing? They must've thought I'd finally cracked. Then I remember, they believed Eddie. When Hannibal Bates pretended to be him and shot two cops. Even then, he shot but didn't kill. Didn't viciously stab a poor innocent handicapped man with a wedding gift he had just received only that morning. But I never did any of those things.

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Barry sat on the floor in his cell, his back leaned against the stone walls that surrounded him. He threw a small rubber ball against the one opposite him, catching it every time it came back and then throwing it again. There wasn't much for entertainment here.

" " A guard said coming towards his cell. Barry didn't look to see which one, but he could just make him out of the corner of his eye without turning his head. Barry threw the ball once more and caught it, showing off his utter boredom. Then he heard the jingle of keys and the heavy iron door being pulled open.

"You've been released" and Barry stood up so quickly, the ball fell from his hands, bouncing once, twice, before stopping dead on the floor.

"What?" Barry swallowed, not willing himself to believe it.

"I'll let the DA explain everything. Come on" and then Barry was led down the hallway and the next few minutes past in a blur. He took a shower, was given clothes and a razor to shave (which he refused). Any personal items he had come with: his wallet, with $23.72, his cellphone and a package of mints. His hands felt sweaty he rubbed them on his jeans, and looking in the mirror he saw himself looking pale. He was free. He was going home. But the question plagued him, what home?

There was officers and guards in the entrance area when he arrived, all apparently waiting for him. Then they broke out into applause. Barry didn't smile though, seeing as these were the people that had put him away.

"Barry" he heard and turned around. Cecile's small form stood in front of him. He was glad to see she wasn't smiling either, although the didn't look as awful as he felt either.

"I don't understand"he said as she put a hand on his back and began to lead him through the tall metal doors and out pass the wired fence. A silver Prius was just in front.

"Devoe's wife confessed everything. About her husband being a meta, her tech, and then framing you. Conveniently she left out that you were the Flash. The judge almost immediately signed the release. And Devoe was put in a top security meta cell at Argus" Cecile said as she got into the front seat, Barry opened the passenger door and got in. This didn't feel real. "CCPD is under a lot of fire now" she added.

"Why?" Barry asked his voice quiet as he stared out the window.

"Because that's two innocent men they've put away for murders. Men they've sworn were guilty" Cecile said. "It doesn't help that both of them were from the same family".

"What about Joe? Iris?" Barry asked although he didn't want to care. They abandoned him and so did everyone else.

"Bar-" Cecile started, trying to figure out the right choice of words.

"What's her name?" Barry asked, his voice sounding horse.

"Who?" Cecile asked.

"My daughter" the words felt strange in his mouth. He played with ring on his finger as he spoke, wondering why he still kept it on.

"Nora" she answered. And Barry felt like he'd been slapped in the face. Iris had named the baby after his mother.

"Me and Joe..." Cecile began. "We had a miscarriage".

"I'm sorry" Barry said automatically.

"She looks like both of you" Cecile told him. "Nora"

Barry didn't respond. He felt ill.

"Where are we going?" He asked suddenly looking around him as if he just woke up.

"Joe's house, everyone's there-"

"No" Barry said. "Stop the car".

"Barry-"

"Stop the car or I'all faze out. I still have my powers" Barry threatened and Cecile pulled the car over to the side of the road. But the moment they stopped the passenger door flew open followed by a red streak. Barry Allen was gone.