I'm (Not) Broken

Chapter Four

     When Obi-Wan was 7, he was snatched by bounty hunters on a field trip. His Crechemaster had taken he and his crechemates for a tour of the upper level of Coruscant surrounding the Temple. They saw the gardens, the Senate building, and shops of all kinds.
     Obi-Wan remembered the trek, up until he was tapped on the shoulder by someone. He remembered turning around and looking up into the scarred face of a middle-aged man. And then he was waking up in the Halls of Healing, wondering why everyone was so concerned over him.
     Healer Che wasn't allowed to enter his mind for fear of damaging his not-fully-formed brain. It's a shame, because she would have been able to diagnose then what would only grow to be more troublesome as the years went on.
     In Obi-Wan's headspace, two new doors emerged from the circular wall. The first door was completely formed of shadow; no light emerged from the dark room, and no light entered, even if the shadow door were open. Faint whimpers could be heard from the darkness. The nameplate outside read, "Matthew."
     The second door was white metal, with a rectangular window allowing someone outside to see in. Inside the room was bright. Too bright for comfort. The floor was light gray carpet, and the walls were fluffy. The atmosphere blocked any and all sound. This was exactly why none of the noises of distress made by the occupant were audible from outside the room. The occupant's name, as written on the nameplate outside, is Dream.
     But given the ethical concerns of delving into a youngling's mind, Healer Che did not see the formation of the two doors, nor did she think to attribute the shifting of Obi-Wan's Force signature to anything other than being a special child. She simply stated once more that the trauma had most likely overwritten his memory of the kidnapping. Obi-Wan couldn't help but feel grateful he couldn't remember, and for a few moments after that unspoken admission, all was quiet in his headspace.