Force bound Feelings (Anakin Skywalker x reader)

Chapter fifty nine

(This song sums up Anakins mentality in this first pov pretty well, there's an accustom version of THATS more your thing)

"State your name for the record."
A blnnked voice spoke over the rooms concealed speakers, their face hidden behind the two way mirror. The words where distant to me even despite being so clear. Muddled voices filled my clouded mind instead as I rubbed my palms over my eyes. Hearing my breathing loud I didn't bother to look round and instead kept staring down at my hands.

"Anakin Skywalker." I spoke up flatly as the drugs in my system kept me docile. But they didn't quiet the voices in my head...

"General Skywalker, do you know why you're here?" The voice spoke again as I was hit by a dizzy spell and swayed where I sat upon the padded floor.

"...I'm here because the council doesn't trust me." I muttered knowing there was enough microphones in the room for them to hear me.

"I think you know that's incorrect general."

They're trying to make me feel guilty, they fear me...

They think I've lost control...

They might be right...

"General you were bought here under sedation after attacking a member of the Jedi council, do you remember this?" That dammed voice spoke again from behind the walls.

"Yes" I responded simply with a bitter taste to the single word. He deserved what I gave him, he didn't think (y/n) was worthy of saving. Worse he thought she'd become a sith just like her father.

"Do you regret your actions?"

"No."I replied without hesitation my eyes darting up to stare at the mirror I was well aware they were hiding behind.

There was silence from the speaker, my own internal thoughts growing loud once again in its absence. Exhaling a long breath I reached back and gripped at my hair, lightly tugging at it as I prayed for the image of (y/n)'s tormented expressions of pain to leave my head.

'Please...please dear force make it stop.'

"General Skywalker we need to talk about what lead you to this outburst, was it stress? You're still young was it perhaps that the pressure started-

"It wasn't stress."
I interrupted before they could continue down that unnecessary path.

"Then, perhaps something else, how have you been sleeping?"

'Sleep, that's not what I would call it...more like torture.'
I thought to myself with a frown at the question, closing my eyes as I let myself fall into the soft padding of the floor to my right.

"...I haven't been sleeping." I mumbled closing my eyes. What the hell did they inject me with, I don't feel I even have the energy to sit up.

"Do you want to talk about tha-

"No." I quickly interrupted not wanting to dwell for a second on my terrible nightmares. (Y/n) screaming, crying out for me to save her...her broken eyes weeping so many tears.

My heart clenched and i pulled my knees closer to my chest with a bit of a whimper. I could feel my fingertips trembling a little as the thoughts of her began to flood my mind again. It hurt so much, in fact it was agony. I felt I couldn't breath without having her near...

"General Skywalker you're going to haven't talk eventually, I can't clear you for work if you don't talk to me." The woman spoke again over the speakers sounding pitying of my condition. But I didn't want her pity, I wanted my Angel back. So I stayed quiet, staring blankly ahead at those white walls.