In A Flash

Changes

"Why can't I see out of my right eye?" I panic. Yes I know, late reaction, but I thought it would wear off after a few minutes, but it was like I was half-blind.

"The fire burned your eye enough to blind you. I'm sorry, but it's not fixable. We were able to repair most of your eye so it would look okay, but there's too much damage to get your sight back."

I can barely breathe. I won't be able to see anymore with both of my eyes?! I quickly try to ignore the fact and look around to distract myself.

I examined my arms. They looked nothing like how they used to. Before, my skin was a golden tan. Now, large areas of my skin are light pink; scars made by the fire that nearly killed me. Did my face look like this, too? I begin to get self-conscious.

The doctor leaves the room as I get lost in my thoughts. "Sorry about your vision, Megan." Barry says. I don't respond.

I sense him watching me, so I look up at him. I really want to sit up, but I doubt he'll let me. "What?" I ask.

"You look...different."

"Gee, thanks." I mutter in a sarcastic tone.

"Not in a bad way. Just different. You still look the same, but different." I raise an eyebrow and he laughs. "I'm not good with words."

My eyes widen and I gasp, remembering a song that had those words in it. "Do you know the song, 'Runaway With Me?'

"Yeah, why?" Barry seemed to know what I was getting at. "I'm not going to sing it, if that's why you're asking."

"Aww! Why?" I whine.

"I'm not much of a singer." He shrugs.

"Oh come on, Barry. You may not be much of a singer, but I can tell you can sing really good."

"Oh really? And why do you think that?" Barry says, the smile never leaving his face.

"I'm psychic." I put my fingers on the side of my head and stick out my tongue, earning a chuckle from Barry. "Hey, where's Iris?" I change the subject because of my curiosity.

Barry scratches the back of his neck and thinks for a moment. "She feels guilty for not staying behind to help you. Said that you told her to leave and wouldn't take no for an answer. She thinks you wouldn't be quote, 'the way you are now' if she stayed with you."

"Do I really look that bad?" He shakes his head and I roll my eyes. "My own friend admits I'm ugly because of the fire." I sit up, not feeling as much pain because of the antibiotics. "I wouldn't be surprised if you think so, too." I croak.

Barry sits down beside me. "You're not ugly. Iris doesn't think you're ugly. Quit telling yourself that. You're still the same person you were yesterday. You're still beautiful to me." He lightly kisses my cheek.

"Ow." I jerk back. Barry's eyes widen.

"Sorry. I forgot."

"It's alright." The room became quiet for a few minutes. Then I face Barry. "Jaycee's taken care of, right?" My voice was filled with hope, but it soon faltered when I saw the look on his face.

"She got away because it was her and her dad's plan. She was a distraction so her dad could get to you." He explains.

"Do they know I'm still alive?"

"As far as I know, they think you're dead."

"Then it needs to stay that way."
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A few hours later, I was released from the hospital. Barry and I were walking down the street. I almost ran into a pole; not my fault that I'm half-blind! Seeing out of one eye throws my vision out of wack. Basically all eyes were on me. Everyone stared at my skin, covered in light pink scars and my hair, which was burned unevenly at the tips. I was wearing an old T-shirt and jeans, so my arms showed the ugly marks. I even saw a mother cover her kid's eyes like I was a monster.