Henry looked over to Nora. She looked exhausted. At had only been an hour since she had given birth to twins. It was almost midnight. "Honey, I think you should get some rest. The nurse will make sure our babies are okay."
"I don't know, I think I should wait."
"Don't worry, they'll both be here in the morning. Just at least take a nap. You've been in this hospital room for over a day without any sleep. And you just gave labor."
"Fine. But only for an hour."
Nora buried herself into her pillow, falling asleep instantly. Henry fell asleep a little after.
A few hours later, Henry woke up. Nora was still asleep, and he didn't want to wake her. She really needed the sleep. The nurse entered the room, a sad look on her face.
"Dr. Allen? Could I talk to you for a second?" Henry nodded and got up from his chair by his wife, following the nurse outside of the room.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news."
"Why? What happened are my kids okay?"
"Well, Barry is, but Sebastian, he…" she trailed off.
"He what? What happened to my son?"
"He's been stolen."
"I promise I will call anytime I have the chance." Barry said. He was currently at the entrance of his new high school in Westerville, Ohio; Dalton Academy. His foster dad and sister standing in front of him with Barry's bags at their feet.
"You better! Or I will personally fly down here and beat you up myself!" Iris said. Barry, Iris, and Joe lived in Central City, a few hundred miles away from here. Because of an incident in Barry's past, bullies were always picking on him and beating him up. It didn't help either that he was the smartest kid in school, and had already taken high school classes in middle school.
Luckily, Middle school was over a couple years ago, and he is about to move onto his junior year, where he is taking college classes. He would have finished high school in Central City like Iris, but the bullying was beginning to become too much. Just a few months ago Barry was put into the hospital by the bullies. He remembers it like it was yesterday.
"Hey, Allen!" Tony Woodward pushed Barry face first into his locker, causing his nose to bleed out. "Mind helping me with my homework? I've got an F in math, and if I don't get my grades up by the end of the semester my mom is going to kill me. You wouldn't want that now would you?"
Barry just pulled himself from the ground and straightened out his clothes. He pulled his head up to look at the bully, three other buys by his side now.
"Would you, Allen?" He repeated.
"Yeah, I wold like that very much actually." Barry may be smart enough to know that he shouldn't have said that, but he couldn't let Tony win. If Barry was known for something, it was that he would fight for what's right, no matter what it takes.
"Oh really?" Tony asked, lifting the scrawny off the floor. But before Barry could say anything, he was thrown against the wall. Barry groaned as he once again pulled himself from the floor. But this time his bully defense mode came in. Fight or flight? Of course, Barry was not a strong fighter. Especially against four of the strongest kids in school.
So naturally, he took flight. He ran as far as he cold, outside of the school ground and onto the sidewalk. He may not be strong, but he was fast. He turned around to see the four boys gaining on him.
He turned into an alley, but stopped instantly when he noticed no way out. Barry turned around to see the boys stop right in front of him. "Well, well, well, looks like there's nowhere else to run."
The boys circled around Barry, punching him until he fell to the floor. "This is what you get for being a freak!" Tony kicked him hard in the gut, forcing him to the ground.
The four kids continued to kick and punch Barry until Barry was unconscious, blood spurting from his body.
A couple hours later a man strolled into the alleyway to dump his trash in the dumpster. After depositing his trash he noticed a lump farther into the alley. He walked towards it, skeptical at first. But once he noticed what is way, he ran towards it. A body. He put two fingers against the boy's neck and thanked the lord when he felt a pulse.
He pulled out his phone and called 911, giving him an address and telling them to hurry.
"Well, I better get in there and find my dorm."
"I can give you a hand with your bags." Iris offers.
"No, I'm okay. Have a good drive home."
"If you're sure. We're only a couple hours away, so if you ever need anything, don't be afraid to ask." Joe said.
"And make sure you call!" Iris added.
"I will." Barry gave each of them another hug, a wave goodbye, and walked into the building, his bags in his hands.
The front office was near the entrance hall. There were many tables, each labeled by letters of last names. Barry walked to the first table. The line took ten minutes, but it felt like forever. Barry was nervous, he didn't want to be known as the nerdy kid with a father that was in prison for killing his mother. The nerdy part didn't really bother him though. That was really him. That was who he was. But his father killing his mother; that was a lie.
"Mr. Smythe? What are you doing in this line? You should be in the third line with the S's." The woman said at the front desk.
"What?" Barry asked, shaking himself away from his thoughts. "Oh, you must be mistaking me for someone else. My name Is Barry, Barry Allen."
The woman shuffled through her papers for a second before pulling on out. "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Allen, I guess I was thinking of someone else. You look a lot like him." She handed Barry the paper that she had pulled out. "Here are your classes, and your dorm room. School starts next week, and the activities and club board is down the hall. This is the week to join anything you can! Trust me, it will make your experience here at Dalton a lot better!"
"Thank you!" Barry said. He walked down the hall away from the crowds and looked at his schedule. His core classes consisted of all college classes and his electives, which included a class for forensic sciences an extra AP chemistry class, because he could never have too many science classes.
Also on the paper was his dorm room; room 128. He looked at the map that was next to the activities board and saw that it was on the first floor next to the science classrooms. At least he wouldn't have to walk long seeing as though half of his classes involve them. All the way on the other side of the building was the choir room, and the rest of the floor was filled with dorm rooms.
Barry headed down the stairs to the bottom level, the entrance hall was on the second floor, but he was caught off guard when a man tackled him, sending them both and his bags down the remaining few stairs. "Sebbyyyy!" The man yelled, finding him sprawled on the floor and hugging him. "I haven't seen you all summer! How have you been man?"
Barry pushed the man off of him and stood up, brushing his clothes off. "I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not him. I don't know who you are. I'm new here."
"Stop joking Seb, it won't work on me! I know you too well, I'm your best friend!" The man said, then he saw the schedule on the floor and picked it up.
"Seriously, I don't know who you are. My name is Barry Allen!"
"I told you Seb, you can't convince me." Then he looked at the schedule in his hand. "Man, why do you have so much science classes? You suck at science. Did you somehow magically become a science nerd over the summer? Oh, I get it," he turned the paper and pointed on the name at the top. "Bartholomew Henry Allen. You made a fake schedule to try to prank some new freshmen or something."
"No, I'm not! That is my real name! I'm sorry that you think I am someone else than I really am, but I need to go and unpack." Barry snatched the paper from the man's hands and grabbed his bags, slinging half of them on his shoulders and the others in his hand, shoving the schedule between his teeth.
"Here, let me help you with one of those bags. My dorm is just a few rooms down the hall. We Warblers usually get the same floor as the choir room so we can get to and from rehearsals faster. But already know that of course, Seb."
Barry reluctantly handed the bag from his left hand and replaced it with the paper. "Thanks. But I really am not him. Trust me, I have no idea who you are talking about."
"Okay, whatever you say." They stopped in front of the door of the room. "Here, I got it." The man twisted the door open. But to his surprise, someone was already in the room.
"Hey Thad! How's it going?" The man in the room asked. "Are you my roommate again this year?"
"No," Barry said, setting his bags down outside the door and walking in. "I am." He held out his hand. "Barry Allen. I'm new here."
"Sebastian Smythe." His roommate said, taking and shaking his hand.
"What the hell is going on?" Thad asked.