It was after the funeral and Barry was standing alone on his house staring at a box of Scarlett's stuff. He picked up the dress that Wally always said she looked adorable in. Then he picked up her sketch pad, she loved to sketch. Barry set her things back on the box and sighed. He had been hearing Scarlett since she died. She was holding on to reality by a thread but Barry hadn't had the heart to make her move on. He knew he had to though, he was the only one who could hear her. Scarlett had latched on to her uncle like a leech just trying to stay alive.
"Uncle Barry!" Her voice cried out for the billionth time since she had passed.
"I'm here Scarlett." Barry answered.
"You...you can here me." She asked looking up from where she was sitting on the floor behind him.
"You had to have been holding on to someone." He answers turning toward the little girl. Barry could see, hear, and touch the little speedster so he put his hand on her shoulder. Scarlett threw her arms around him and Barry softly kissed her on the head before pushing her away.
"You can't stay here Scarlett." He said.
"Why not?" She asked her voice shaky.
"You're a ghost sweetheart, nothing more than a mental projection. You can't hold on forever." Barry said breaking both their hearts in the process. Scarlett was holding on to Barry's hand and wouldn't let go.
"We can find a way." She said.
"I was so angry when you got hurt, i couldn't contain myself but I realize now that you are going where no one can ever hurt you again. I know it hurts and it's hard but it's okay. I'll see you again and I know you will always be protecting this family. I love you Scarlett." He said.
"I love you too." She said.
"It's time for you to sleep now." Barry said as the tears fell.
"I'm scared." Scarlett cried.
"It's okay, it's gonna be okay." He said. Barry held her in his arms until she faded. Tears streaming down his face uncontrollably as his body shook.
My name was Scarlett Mary West.
I was the fastest girl alive.
I've been running most my life but it's time for me to stop.
I was the Messenger but my message has been sent.
I apologize for any hurt I may have caused but my story is coming to a close.
I will see you all again someday and until then I wish you all the best of luck and happiness
Do not cry for me my scars have healed and I am in my mothers arms.
I was brave.
I was strong
It wasn't my fault.
I was worth something.
I was never broken.
I was me.
I was a child.
I was scared.
I am free.
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