Wentworth Miller Imagines

Doomworld P2 (L.S)

"Y/N." Ray tries to call my name as I sob even harder. How could they do this to me? I think before I grab the sharpest object in sight and slice a huge gash onto my wrists. Further puncturing a stab wound into my stomach, feeling the blood ooze out, ready to kill myself. Until I'm sedated and the blade is snatched from my arm.

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Present day

"You idiot!" Sara shouts at the top of her lungs as I gasp for air, struggling to breath, the very thought of still being alive maddening me.

Why am I still alive? I should've bled out by now.

"It's been 4 months. For Gods sake! What were you thinking?" She scolds me as I ignore her, scanning the room to check if he is here.

"Is he here?" I croak out and Sara suddenly goes quiet ignoring me. She stands to leave and I let her. Praying that she doesn't bring him back inside with her.

Fortunately she doesn't and instead Raymond and Nate enter.

"Hey buddy." Ray speaks first and Nate copies. I want to fake a smile, pretend to be happy just to make them happy but it's impossible. Instead, my eyes sting again with tears, thoughts of that horrible night coming back to me.

My own teammate raped me. For 2 years.

"How are you feeling?" They ask but I ignore them. "Where are my children?" I ask instead and Nate instantly frowns.

"Y/N... I'm so sorry, but after the thing..." Nate begins but Ray cuts him off.

"After Snart raped you, we came back and restored the timeline. He was no longer under their control, you have to remember that's not our Leonard, he was a thug, from an alternate universe." Ray begins, and the moment he mentioned his name I let out a strangled sob.

"The rape happened before you met Snart in this world, before you two ever became friends, got married and had children. Because of that horrible thing that happened in that other timeline, you weren't able to forget, and no one blames you. But you and Snart never get together. You never have children. And that's why they cease to exist." He explains in detail and my heart drops.

Everything they say is blurred out, almost sounding as though they were speaking underwater. There's a siren ringing in my head, all I can think of is my 3 children, and how the last time I saw them, I told them I'd be gone 5 minutes. I left them with their grandparents and then left with my team and husband to time travel.

I pull my knees up to my face, arms wrapped around myself as I rock back and forth in pain. "He took my kids away from me." I whisper through my tears, repeating myself multiple times.

"They weren't even kids, they were all babies." I sob, unable to breathe. "He took my babies, he took my babies, he took my babies." I repeat myself again and again going crazy.

"Oh my God." I feel as though all the air has been knocked out of my lungs.

"What's wrong?" Nate asks worried.

"I-I-oh my god. They're dead!" I scream, unable to think properly.

"You have to remember, this was Damien Darkh and Malcolm Merlyn's doing Y/N." Rip speaks, accompanied by Sara, Amaya, Jax, Stein and Mick. Everyone except for him.

"This was no one else's fault, except those bastards." Sara says and I cry even harder.

"It's Damien. He's my dad." I admit, the burden finally too heavy to carry. Everyone surrounding me shocked.

"He killed my kids. My dad did this to me." I cry even harder, I knew we hated each other but not for one second did I ever believe he'd go after my children, and that's what hurts the most.

"I misjudged him. My own blood. And that's why they're dead!" I pull on my hair, my life absolutely worthless to me.

"He killed your children Y/N. He killed Sara's sister. And that's why, he's going to pay, with his own death."

A/N

WHY CAN PART 2's NEVER BE BETTER OR LEAST EQUALLY AS GOOD AS PART ONES?

ILL TELL YOU WHY...

ITS BECAUSE THE ORIGINALS ALWAYS THE ORIGINAL NO MATTER WHAT!

THANK YOU FOR READING.

THIS IS SOME WEIRD ASS CHAPTER!

HALF OF THE TIME SHIT DIDNT MAKE SENSE BUT EH JUST PRETEND.