I'm Sorry

I was scared for her. My mother's disease was killing her from the inside out. Her cancer had spread to the point of no return. When it had first started my dad had left and my mom went to live with her sister, Iris my aunt, and her husband, my uncle Barry.

I was sitting next to Barry. He was a lot less happier than usual and I couldn't place my finger on why. Then my aunt walked out crying, the doctor following closely behind. His voice was unwavering and sounded a lot more down than what I had previously heard a few days ago.

"Why don't you go in and see her champ? She said she wanted to see you," He said getting to my level and giving me a soft smile, "I have to talk to your aunt and uncle for a second. Some boring grown up stuff,"

I obediently nodded and walked into my mother's small white hospital room. The many machines making various noises and sounds. Her usually beautiful hair was almost all gone. She looked tiered and weaker from other weeks.

"Hey my little man, how are you?" She asked with a weak smile while holding out her hand. At that I started to cry. Seeing my mother so weak and being scared for her. "Don't worry Wally. Everything is going to be fine. Aunt Iris and Uncle Barry are just… going… to … Have…a…quick…" She said suddenly going quiet and the machines starting to make loud noises around us.

"Mom? Mom?" Aunt Iris and Uncle Barry must have heard the machines and they were by my side at an instant. My mom was also surrounded by a bunch of doctors.

"Let's go kid. I'll take you to the ice-cream shop," My uncle Barry said taking me away from my mom and Aunt Iris who was now crying.

"What's happening Uncle Barry?" I asked my uncle on the elevator.

"Don't worry kid, your mom's going to be fine," My Uncle said ruffling my red hair up.

Later that night.

I had finished my homework and my Uncle had given let me do a bunch of things today, but he hadn't said anything about my Mom yet. My room at my Uncles house was filled with Flash posters and Justice League posters. My uncle had kept giving me a lot of these things over the past few years.

I had seen the Flash in person twice. The first when he rescued me and my friend Cris from being attacked by this gorilla at the park once. I wish my Uncle Barry had seen him, but he wasn't there when it happened. He fought the monkey and afterwards waited for my Aunt Iris to come and get us. Then second time was when my Aunt went to Gotham and took me with her and we got to meet the Flash again as well as three other Justice League members. Ever since then the Flash has been my idol and I have always looked up to him.

I heard my Uncle trying to cheer someone up. He wasn't doing a good job at it. He was also talking about me. I think the person on the other line was Aunt Iris. His voice was starting to waver as well. Suddenly he hung up and went to the kitchen further away and started to cry.

I crawled deeper into my sheets and tried to not listen to him cry.

A couple of minutes after he had finished crying he called out, "Wally I know you can hear me kid. Come out to the lounge room please," He asked moving some things around in the living room downstairs.

I jumped out of bed and walked down to the living room clutching onto my favourite dinosaur and making sure to not fall over the crabby tabby cat as he lay on his back.

My Uncle was sitting in the chair and when he saw me I instantly stopped. He walked over to me and looked at me. He got on his knees and looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry Wally, she isn't coming back," He said trying not to cry himself.

"No. She is. She said she wouldn't leave me," I said trying to keep the tears out of my eyes. That's what them machines meant going off. It meant that she had died.