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Barry Allen's POV
" Ok, so what do you guys want to talk about?" I asked. Obviously, them forgetting about the whole deal not being an available choice anymore. Slowly, I slid into the chair opposite the three of them. This is starting to look like an interview done by the police department.
"Stop it, Barry. We just want to help you." Iris stuttered out with shaky breaths and red rimmed eyes. I broke up with her, I broke her heart, why was she still crying over me? Why? Stop it Iris, I don't deserve it. Just stop crying over me, because it's not worth it.
"Wh-what? Guys, you found ONE razor blade, because you went through stuff in my washroom which by the way, was an invasion of privacy, and just like, wildly assume that I use it to like, harm myself? I honestly thought you guys knew me better." I tried my best to remain calm and put on a facade, but my erratic heartbeat betrayed me. I'm pretty sure the whole room heard that.
"Do you want to know what else I found, Barry? Because I wouldn't mind telling you. I was just giving you an opportunity to admit your problem before we forcefully out you." Caitlin quipped, though I could sense her concern behind the wit.
Why do you guys have to care so much about me? Or just give a damn about me in general? Because I didn't think much about any of you when I went back and created Flashpoint on impulse. I didn't. I was a selfish brat who only thought about himself when he did that. Can't you see all this is my fault? Entirely my fault, and no one else's?
"Guys, I do NOT have a problem, okay. Just calm down. Just because you found a couple blades in my bathroom doesn't mean anything. Razors are daily necessities to all men. We need to shave. How uncommon is it to find a razor in a guy's bathroom?" I tried again, making their idea sound as ridiculous as possible.
"Really Barry? Then why don't you roll up your sleeves and show us your wrist? Or explain why you have been wearing long sleeves in a hot summer day?" Cisco challenged.
What do I do what do I do what do I do? Showing them equivalents to outing myself, but I don't have any other option at this point do I?
At some level, this might actually be better. You don't leave me alone? Fine. I get thrown into a mental hospital, where everyone thinks I'm insane but I AM NOT, and you all would be forced to stay far far away from me. I would be isolated, and that way, nobody would get near my perimeter and ever get harmed by me ever again. That sounds like a plan.
Slowly, I rolled up my sleeves, both of them. Then I lay them out in front so they could see, how much I've loathed myself for creating Flashpoint, how much I've tried to fix things but have no avail. Each scar represents the pain and attempts to solve the problem as well as the well-deserved punishments. Now that they see how disgusting and worthless I am, and how much of a failure I am, they would isolate me from them. Good.
Of course, again, my plan backfired.
Iris caressed the scars on my wrists and studied them very carefully.
Broken-heartedly, she whispered,"Why, Barry why? Why did you do this to yourself? You could have came to us-"
"No, I wouldn't have, because I killed Cisco's brother, Iris. I caused all of your problems. I create problems more than I try to fix. I am the reason all of your problems exist, because I created Flashpoint. And you really expected me to go sobbing to Cisco and explain how I killed his brother? I am surprised that you guys didn't try to kill me yet. Impressed actually. How hard was it to resist the urge huh?"
"Barry, we forgive you. We have for a long time. We don't even hate you. Why do you still do this-"
"Because I deserved it Cisco, I did. Nobody could know about Flashpoint, and the horrible, horrible irreversible mistakes I have made. I did not get any punishment I deserved, Cisco. Justice was not served. So, I served justice myself. Any more questions you want to ask?"
I glared at them. They all remained silent. Probably still processing what kind of monster I truly am.
"Good, because I have to go."
"You, are not going anywhere. Not out of this building." I have never heard Cisco speaking is such a serious way. Another side effect of Flashpoint maybe? I chuckled humorlessly.
"Let's not forget I have superpowers, okay. If I speed out of this building, none of you would be capable of catching me. The same superpowers that caused me to make erroneous decisions, that created this whole mess. Now if you'll excuse me, I-"
A dart hit me in my leg. Funny that these people think that a teeny tiny dart injury could stop me from speeding out. Idiots.
Black spots started to cloud my vision. Then it clicked. They just need to sedate me, put me to sleep, then do whatever they want with me. Seems like I'm the idiot here, as usual.
When I woke up, I was strapped to the bed in the lab like some kind of wild animal.
And Cisco, Caitlin, Joe, Iris and even all of Team Arrow, crowded beside my bed, which might as well be a cage.
What's next? What else do you people have installed for me? Because you see, telling me it's not my fault isn't gonna help. I'm gonna do this my way, and none of you would be able to stop me, even if you tried.
Because I'm hopeless.
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