Running Out of Time {Barry Allen/The Flash}

⚡Chapter 1(FLASHBACK)⚡^

REVISED- 5/11/18

*FLASHBACK- When she was in high school.*

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I walk down the hallway of my high school. I just got out of math and I am on my way to American history when I hear the sound of locker slams. I whip my head towards the racket. I quickly put my books in my locker and find my way to the commotion. I round the corner only to see people beat on this kid. Then I look closer at the kid they're beating. Johnathan Fritche. I rush forward and grab a jock by her shoulder.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I ask.

"Giving this kid what he deserves," The jock says, throwing another punch. I look down at Johnathan. One eye is already black and his face is all bloody. He looks away, a groan escaping his lips. I look back at one of my fellow jocks.

"Well, what a coincidence. I am about to give you what you deserve," I say before throwing a punch right towards his face. I land the punch, knocking the smirk right off his face. He steps back in shock before wiping his bloody nose. He goes to throw another punch but stops mid-air.

"You can't hit a girl," Johnny says. "I mean, not to be sexist. I just meant that you-"

"Save it, Fritche," the jock says. "You just better hope your bodyguard is always by you," he says, before stomping away. I shrug before reaching my hand down for Johnny.

"You okay?"

"I'm good," he sniffles as he wipes the blood from his nose. 

"Bro, you're in high school. You need to stick up for your self already," I say patting him on the back. "Go get some ice-"

"Katheryn Brown. Please come down the office," I hear over the intercom.

"That's my call. I gotta go get myself a detention. Bye!" I smile, winking at Johnathan before running down the hallway to the office.

***

The school day and my detention are already done. That seemed to go by fast.

"You are dismissed. I hope to not have you back in here, and I hope you don't punch someone... again," the teacher says.

"Yeah, yeah. See you soon," I say before grabbing my bag and running out the door to see my dad's car parked outside.

I smile to myself before opening the car door. "Sup, dad," I say with puppy dog eyes. He can't get mad at me. 

"Another detention? Why, Katie?"

"Dad, it's fine. It's just... Johnny was getting beat up."

"Johnathan Fritche? Your friend?" He asks, pulling out of the school parking lot.

"Yeah... He was getting bullied..." I trail off. I watch as my dad pulls into the street just as a semi-truck comes speeding our way on my dad's side. "Dad!" I scream just as the truck slams into the driver's side. My head jolts to the side and my head slams into the window. I glance over at him as his head slams forward into the steering wheel, and the car door crushes him. I watch as glass stabs into his head. "Dad??" I ask, struggling to unbuckle. I manage to get out of my buckle. I crawl over the seat and shake him. "Oh god. Dad? Wake up..." I mumble. I quickly feel his pulse.

Nothing.

I put my hand on his chest, over his heart.

Nothing.

I let out a cry before crawling back to my seat. I scream as I slam my hands on the dash of the car. I cry out, knowing that both my mom and dad are now gone. My best friend died. I loved my dad so much. We did everything together and he taught me everything I know.

How can that happen? One second you are just taking, thinking the worse thing that could happen at that point of time is you getting in trouble. You never think that in the next second your own father would die right in front of your eyes.

And knowing you couldn't do anything about it.

Nothing.  Again, nothing. I reach up to my forehead, feeling liquid trailing down my face. 

I reach into my pocket, feeling for my phone when my chest area has a stabbing pain. Broken rib I bet. I bite my lip while grabbing my phone. Once I get it out, I slowly type in 911.

***

I get pushed away on a stretcher, to the ambulance. They put a mask on me before I slowly fall unconscious. 

***

I wake up. My eyes open slowly and I look around. Where am- oh fuck. The hospital. Then the realization hits me. I bend over and hit the red emergency buzzer, soon a few doctors come rushing in.

"Are you alright?" One asks.

"What do you think? My dad just died and I'm in a hospital. Please, think before you speak," I say, almost in tears. They look almost as if they were surprised. "What happened? To me, I mean."

"Well, you were in shock during the whole thing and your adrenaline was- let's just say bouncing off the walls. So, when they had put you on the stretcher I wasn't surprised to see that you weren't in much pain. If you see here," he says gesturing to some x-rays. "You broke four ribs, a wrist, and your tibia," He says. I then look down at myself. He's not lying.

"What about-"

"Yes, I am sorry to say that your father died instantly from the impact."

"You could've saved him!" I cry out even though I watched him die.

"Miss, calm down. There was no way we could have saved him. He was too far gone," he states solemnly.

"You could have at least tried!" I scream back. Then, quickly another doctor stabs a needle into me. I start to get drowsy, and my eyes start to close. "You could have tried..." I mumble before going unconscious again.