{End of Flashback}
Barry needed comfort, he needed to he told everything will be alright, he needed the presence of someone to show him he deserves to be loved.
"Oh, Barry." I muttered softly "Barry! Barry! Barry!" I opened my eyes with the last call of his name, quickly sitting up on the bed, my heart racing and my lips bringing out soft breath.
I looked around me and realized it is now morning. I pushed back my hair and rubbed my forehead. "Oh fuck" I cursed in a loud whisper. I just had a dream about my past again.
When people say 'your past will come hunting you', I think this is what they meant by that.
I massaged the side of my head, sighing softly every minute as the dream played in fast forward in my head.
