Hi again! I'm just gonna keep writing, since you people still have no idea where I'm going with this. I think I have some pretty good ideas, I just hope you like them too. I will get into the metahumany stuff soon, there will be some some action in this story. Just hold on for a bit... So, here it is, the first chapter. Let me know what you think :)
DISCLAIMER: All characters, lines, plots and places that that have been taken from the hit TV series The Flash belong to the CW writers of 'The Flash' and Warner Brothers. All I own are my own original characters. This disclaimer applies to all chapters within this story.
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Chapter 1
(8 months after the particle accelerator explosion)
The first thing I saw, was a blinding white light.
A few moments later, it hit me. The disgustingly clean smell of hospitals.
I know this smell all too well, seeing as I spent a good 3 months in here as a child with a life threatening virus. Those weren't fun times...
I sit up and look around. I'm dressed in a weird pale blue gown and my room is completely empty. I look to the table beside my bed, there is a small vase of flowers and a two small envelopes. I am just about to reach for them when I notice that I am attached to the IV drip by a long clear tube.
And it's going into my wrist. I turn my head and look in the other direction. I have a thing with wrists, it's something about the gains and the thin appearance. Just looking at an ordinary wrist makes me feel light headed. Add needles to the equation, no thanks.
Just then a nurse walked into the room and stood beside my bed. She begins furiously scribbling notes on a piece of paper.
"Where am I?" I try to ask, she ignores me. I assume she's not permitted to talk to me, however I keep trying for answers.
"What day is it?"
"What happened to Tilly?"
Just then, the door reopens. A man dressed in white walks in this time.
"Hello, I am Dr Andrews," he speaks infuriatingly slowly with an unfamiliar accent, "this is the Central City Medical Centre, and you have been in a coma for 8 months."
Well he got straight to the point didn't he. I replay over his words in my head, realising what he just told me.
8 MONTHS. How was I supposed to take that?
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A few hours later, Dr Andrews helps me check out after lots of tests to prove that I was well enough to leave. My first stop was home. I was informed that Tilly had made it to shore after the explosion with barely a scratch, but I had to check on her.
I had tucked the two envelopes from the table beside my hospital bed into the pocket of my jacket, planning to read them when I got to the apartment.
I waved over a taxi and gave the driver my address, before anxiously sitting in uncomfortable silence for 20 minutes. When the taxi finally pulled to the side of the road in front of the building which my apartment was in, I sprung to my feet, thanking him before sprinting inside.
I flew through the foyer and up the stairs. I was concerned that I would be weak after being in a coma for so long, however I felt stronger than ever. When I got the door of my apartment, I knocked on the door. I could just barge in, but I wanted to surprise Tilly with my arrival.
A minute passed as I waited outside, Tilly was clearly home judging by the noise coming from behind the door. I briefly study the door, strangely coloured light beams out from the gap underneath it and the noise from inside was too muffled by our soundproof door to recognise who or what it was.
Giving up on my plan, I swing open the door. WHAM, It all hits me at once.
Firstly, our door is a lot more sound proof than I gave it credit it for. Music is blasting so loudly my ears feel like they are going to explode. Then, I noticed the mess. Clothes are everywhere, slung over chairs and tables. Junk food wrappers and empty bottles of alcohol were all over the floor and furniture. The music suddenly stops, and Tilly approaches me appearing from absolutely nowhere.
"Huh," she mutters, "you're awake."
"Nice to see you too," I say, taking in Tilly's new appearance and stepping through the doorway. Her naturally blond hair was died dark brown with a bright pink streak painted obnoxiously through it. Her once beautiful stormy grey eyes were glazed over, her makeup was bold and over the top.
After taking a few more steps I realise, she isn't alone in our apartment. A bunch of people gather behind her, and I don't recognise any one of them. One man in particular stood out from the rest, probably because he is the creepiest creep I have ever seen. He has black hair and scarily blue eyes that look like they are staring into my soul. I notice a tattoo of a crow on his neck.
"Who are these people? What happened to you?" I raise my voice slightly, searching for some kind of explanation.
"I moved on, and these and my new friends," she says with a weird confidence I have never seen in her before.
"Huh," I respond shortly. I honestly have no words.
I barge straight through the group of people, down the hallway and into my room. I can feel tears pricking my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. What else could have changed?
I let out a sigh of relief as I enter my room, not a thing had changed. Tilly clearly hadn't been in here much. The only evident change was that Oshi sat on the black carpet, tied to the end of my bed by a sliver chain.
What is going on? Tilly loved Oshi, why would she do this? I sit on the end of my bed, untying Oshi. Once free, Oshi jumps up excitedly onto the bed beside me, sniffing me all over and flinching at the strong stench of hospital that followed me here. She moves stiffly as though she had been tied up for a fair amount of time.
I sat on my bed cuddling with Oshi for a while, still trying to process Tilly's new behaviour. Then I remember the envelopes from the hospital. I simply hope that whatever these envelopes contained was good news, because I really doubt I could take anymore bad.
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I don't know how long I have been here, but I don't know what else to do. For what seems like hours, I have lay on this bed crying into Oshi's soft black fur. All I know is that parents are complete jerks. I've dealt with their drama for the majority of my life, and they had- ugh!
I throw a fourth pillow across the room.
My thoughts wonder back to the two letters which I had brought home from the hospital. The first was from dad. The letter basically told me that he and mom had divorced, and that he never wanted to see me again because he was starting his life over, despite the fact that he is 55 years old. Apparently I'm just a reminder of mom and he moved states just to avoid her and I.
Surely he could have told me that in person. What a dickhead.
My mom's letter was much more sensitive. She told me that she had moved to Starling, and that I could come visit if I wished. She told me that Central had too many bad memories that she didn't have the time for. She also was starting over, and I am left alone.
Today, I have lost three of the few people that I used to care about, who used to care about me. I don't understand why or how, I don't know what to do about it.
The only idea of mine that seems appealing in this moment is seeing the only other person that cares whether I live or die. My next stop is my boyfriend, Derek's house. I just hope that he would be happy to see me, rather than disgusted.
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Derek's house is closer to my parents old house than it was to Central City, where Tilly and I live. He has always had to drive an hour to work every morning, and I used to drive for an hour to see him at his house. Like me, he is a photographer and does some painting and drawing, except he works for the Central City Picture News.
Finally his familiar house comes into view, and I park my car on his bumpy driveway. His white Ute is also parked on his driveway bringing me to the conclusion that he is home.
I'm nervous as I walk up to the translucent glass from door. What if he rejects me just like Tilly did? I force myself to get over my nerves and push the doorbell. Nothing happens. I guess it broke some time in the 8 months which I slept through. I knock loudly on the door.
The door opens and he emerges, our eyes meet. My emotions are pulsing through me like a river.
"Hi..." I murmur as I carefully study his face, watching every emotion flicker across his features.
First I see surprise, then confusion, then excitement, then concern- He sweeps me up in a hug and we just stand here, at his door and embrace one another for a few minutes, before he ushers me inside.
He sits me down, makes tea and bombardedsme with questions. He wants to know if I am okay, if I am still hurt, what time I woke up, he told me that he visited once a week to check on me. He holds me as I cry into his shoulder and yell him about Tilly and my parents. He seems to be the only honest person that cared about me left, and I tell him just that. When he heard me express myself, I thought I saw guilt flash across his warm features, however I brush it off and figure he is just upset about the accident.
It was almost 9 at night when I left his house, and for the first time in since the world changed, I felt loved, sure of myself and at home.
I drove home in my silver Honda with a warm, satisfied feeling, and that was all I thought I needed. However, eventually my sudden losses caught up to me and I was swept up in childhood memories of my parents, or my 12th grade adventures with Tilly. I laughed through my tears as I remembered the day that Tilly and I named this same silver car which I was currently driving Ronda the Honda, as we spent so much time in it we decided that the car needed a name.
The song Cigarette Daydream began playing on the radio, its one of my favourites, and I sang loudly as I drove to my apartment, mentally preparing myself for a long conversation with Tilly.
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We sat in silence on the cow patterned bean bags in the TV room. Tilly's new friends, had left and she had cleaned up the animalistic mess that they had left behind. Still, the apartment reeked of alcohol and that wasn't going away anytime soon.
"How's work?" I asked her, trying to start a conversation.
"I quit," she deadpanned, "I'm a bartender at the Karaoke Bar now, that's how I met my friends."
Figures. Of course she quit her life goal, she really had thrown everything away.
"So... you're a party animal now?" I laugh humourlessly.
"Yeah," he pipes up, "better than spending my time in a library wasting my life in a book."
I never thought I could be this disgusted in a person, "Tilly, why did you do this?"
Maybe I could reason with her, make her my friend again.
She seemed to know where I was going with this topic, "I'm not changing who I am just because you woke up Hazel. The world moved on. Get with it."
I sigh, "well, since I'm living here too now, please don't throw parties in here. You're 24 years old, not 16."
Ignoring my jab at her age she huffs, "fine," before standing up and retreating to her room.
Unbelievable.
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Whew. So, that's done. All that emotional stuff was just setting up for the next chapter, and I promise I will introduce Barry or Iris. Probably Iris... anyways. Thanks for reading and enjoy your day.
Much love,
Yaysies536