Barry Allen Whumptober 2020

Bloody Hands

Barry stared at his hands. 

"Hey over here!" Barry shouted, succesfully dragging the robber's attention away from the little girl. The robber looked at the scarlet speedster with a scowl. He raised the gun.

They were covered in blood.

The shot rang out.

The little girl he had failed to save was lying next to him.

The little girl suddenly collapsed on the ground. Barry screamed and raced to her side. The robber was already gone. Barry placed his hands over the bleeding wound. He needed to save her.

Dead.

She was dead. Her heart stopped. Barry couldn't bring her back. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring her back. She was dead.

Dead from a bullet wound to the heart.

From a bullet he could've stopped.

Barry had tried to stop the bleeding, but he failed.

He should've been faster.

He wasn't fast enough to save her.

Barry stared at his hands. They were covered in blood.

And now, her blood was on his hands.

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A/N- yeah.... it's really short. I wasn't sure what to do with this one so.... yeah.