Hey guys. Here's chapter 6 as promised. Sorry for the bad English and grammatical errors in advance. And I hope you enjoy it!

Cisco Ramon's POV

I have a bad feeling about vibing Barry's suit. But whether this hunch is accurate or not? Guess we'll find out.

I put my hand on the emblem of Barry's suit, then I found myself in the same situation as last time. Same room. Only this time...

Barry was the one bleeding, the one making those blood puddles. But who hurt him? And why didn't he tell us? Then I saw the razor blade clutched in his hand tightly. Then everything became crystal clear. His odd behaviors, emotionless speeches and the distant look in his eyes...

How did we not see this coming?

Then, Barry put the blade on his wrist and slid it across again. Blood started gushing out like a waterfall.

"No! Barry don't! Don't do this!"

Then I was thrown back to reality. Still shaken by the image. So vividly seared into my mind. The Barry I know would not do this to himself. He would talk to us, and seek reasons.

Iris and Caitlin looked at me, concern written all over their face.

"We need to get to Barry's house. Like, right now." I exclaimed as I grabbed my coat.

"What happened?" Iris asked with a crease in between her brows.

The look I gave must have been one of distress, because then Caitlin said,

"Cisco, you are scaring me."

"I'll explain as we go. Barry is in danger." I began as we bolted out of the lab.

"From whom?" asked Iris in panted breaths.

I stopped running and spun around,

"From himself."

No words needed to be spoken, as we all moved towards Barry's house in full speed.

Barry Allen's POV

I sat in the bathroom, fiddling with the small device. Or stupid device that I couldn't get to work. I chuckled humorlessly. Am I really that much of a failure that I couldn't even get a simple device to work?

Seems like we'll be going back to the old fashioned way then. I picked up the blade from the counter, then played with it for a while, organizing my thoughts.

Now, everybody I care about knows about Flashpoint, knows how stupid and irrational I am, and knows how worthless and how much of a failure I am. How am I still to be trusted with superpowers? Or even to be trusted at all?

Again, the answer is simple. I don't deserve to be trusted.

I slid the blade across my already scar-marred wrist, digging deeper than I had ever done before. I hissed from the pain, although indescribable, is welcoming. I embrace the pain. If I do not have control over my emotional pain, which don't get me wrong, I totally deserved, then I at least have the power to control physical pain I feel. I let out a relieved sigh.

A small puddle of blood began forming underneath me on the floor, and I smile at the sight.

I think about my team, and Iris. I definitely cannot let them come close, or catch me doing this. Well I don't think they'll ever know anyway. I just broke up with Iris, which to her, is totally out of the blue. She could care less about me. Then I killed Cisco's brother, the revelation of that just makes him hate me like the murderer I am, and he definitely doesn't care about me. Hell, he could even want me dead, and if so, I am so very willing to oblige. As for Caitlin? Seeing me destroying the lives for her close associate should make her despise me. In conclusion, nobody should give a damn about me, and my personal life does not interest anyone in the team at all. Which is why we infer that nobody would find out about my little secret.

A small click of the front door alerted the presence of unwanted personnel. I quickly cleaned up the bathroom, making sure to leave no evidence behind. Then I turned the doorknob and opened the door, only to come face to face with one Cisco Ramon.

"Hey guys, what are you doing here? I was just gonna head out to star labs. Care to join me?" I asked, praying so very hard that they don't see through my facade, or break down my walls. I needed it, I needed the safety of my blade, and they CANNOT take that away from me.

They looked at each other awkwardly, still trying to come up with a believable explanation on why they're standing outside my toilet.

"Well, we, we were just-"

"Walking past by the neighborhood, and then Caitlin here said she needed to use the washroom-"

"So they brought me here. I hope you don't mind Barry?" Caitlin enquired, staring deep into my eyes.

If I let her in, she might search my washroom and god knows what she might find. On the other hand, if I don't, my suspicious behavior will give them a reason to question me further, and ask me questions I do not know the answer to, then start following me around like the media does to famous people. Why oh why, can't people just leave me the hell alone?

"Sure." I put on a smile and stepped out of her way.

That put us in awkward silence. Until Caitlin stepped out, ready to go. I heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that she didn't find anything.

Again, I was wrong.

There goes. Crappy chapter and short one I know. Sorry for all the grammatical errors. And I hoped you enjoy. PM me if you like, if not please review! Thanks!