Hey guys, I just wanted to say...

I'm discontinuing this story.

Please read below to get details on why.

Nah, guys I'm just joshing ya. Ha! You should've seen your faces. Tehe ok here's your chap.

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Barry's POV

When I got back to Wally's room, I remembered how he'd looked when we'd found him. The poor kid was covered in his own blood, his left leg was broken and he was so skinny that I could see his ribs. Yet through all of that, he still managed a small smile and a wave. And, besides that, he'd been in rubble for one to two hours and in the basement for three whole weeks. Honestly, I had no idea how he was still alive, even barely. I mean, yeah, he was super skinny, but three weeks? I can't even survive that. This kid, his whole existence, is a miracle.

I don't understand. Why? Why didn't he tell me? I thought we told each other everything. And it's been going for almost two years now! Right under my nose! How did I miss this?

Also, there was more. I know there was. Dick got all squirmy for a second before deciding not to tell me, but more was said.

I heard a small whimper next to me and looked over to see Wally with a strangled look of pain on his face. I grabbed his hand and he flinched away in his sleep.

I couldn't help it. I cried. For Wally.

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Wally's POV

I walked into the living room. I don't remember how I got here, but I did remember that he wasn't going to be home until late, so I was okay. I went into the kitchen and started making a small sandwich.

"Little bit of mayo here, little bit of turkey there, lots of lettuce. There we go."

I started to take a bite into my sandwich when I caught a glance at the time. 9 o'clock.

"That's weird, there's never been a clock there before..."

It was late. I needed to straighten up before he gets here. That's when I actually looked at the house. It was filthy. There were clothes everywhere, beer bottles on the coffee table, garbage covering the couch. Then, I realized that there was no way I'd finish this in time.

"Wait, superhero. Duh."

So, I sped around the house and scrubbed til it shined. Then I returned to the kitchen to finish my sandwich. I finished right as I heard the garage door open. Then...

"Wally!"

Mom?

"I'm home!"

I went to investigate. But when I got to the door, I found Dad, drunk off his ass and angrier than a bull that has seen red.

"Do you think this is some kind of joke?" he asked me.

"No sir," I'm very confused. I cleaned the house-

"No. No way."

I look around to find that everything I just cleaned is back right where it was before.

"Oh no."

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Sorry for the short chapter guys, I'm not giving up on this story. Promise. But remember those two stories from like two chapters ago? Yeah, I'm gonna try something else first. Um I'll try to get started on it sometime later this month but no promises.

K love you guys. Muah muah! kisses. Ok byeee!