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Comfort - Lo'ak

Hey. Here's the first imagine.
ScreamDanger thanks for the request.
I'm sorry you have to wait for so long. But I hope you will like it. If you don't Tell me and write another.
I'm also sorry for the others who request. I'm working on the next imagine. And I tried to write them soon.
And I'm sorry for my mistakes. English is not my first language. Tell me if I write something incorrect or stupid, then I correct it.
I hope everyone will like it.

Y/n POV
I was still a little girl when I arrived at Pandora. My dad was a soldier and applied to come help in Pandora. He brought me with him because he had to. My mom died when I was born, and there was no other family member to take care of me. My dad never loved me because he blamed me for my mom's death. He thought it was my fault that mom died in childbirth. He's blamed me for it all my life.
Somehow, I was able to breathe through the Pandorian air. I didn't need a mask to breath. I didn't understand why I didn't need a mask too, like others, but since I was a kid, I didn't even care. For a while, I was well among the many people. But after they found out that I didn't even need a mask outside, they started wondering why. Then, after finding no logical explanation, they started experimenting with me to find out why and how this was possible. The experiments lasted for months, and I had no idea what was happening to me. They took a lot of blood from me and locked me several times in a room where Pandorian air was, they checked to see if it wasn't temporary that I was able to breath the air. If I wasn't right there, I was locked in another room. During the experiments, all I could do was listen to them and do what they told me, because if I didn't, they made me regret resisting, so I gave up on disobeying. My dad didn't care at all what they did to me, since he never loved me. He might even be glad he didn't have to deal with me anymore.
After I got older, I got tired of obeying all the time, so I tried to escape several times, but never succeeded. I was already starting to give it all up. But before I even gave up, I wanted to try one last time. I waited until the evening before everyone fell asleep and then I wanted to try. I waited until all the lights were extinguished and then I tried to escape. And it succeeded. I couldn't believe I had actually managed to escape. I also managed to escape from the base, ran into the woods and stopped for a bit. I was already beginning to rejoice that I had finally succeeded, but I was happy too soon. Somehow, they found me and took me back to my cell. I had no idea how they found me, but I didn't even want to think about it.
True, I was locked up again, but the one-time successful release gave me enough courage to try again. So, I tried several times again, but I was always caught if I managed to escape. I don't understand how they can always find me. That they found me once is still perfectly fine. But to always be caught and know exactly where I am is weird. During my hours in captivity, I thought a lot about how this was possible. Finally, I realized why I was always found. They put a tracker in my arm. I learned this from the fact that one of the scientists was looking at my hand very closely and when I asked him, he accidentally spoke up. So now I know that it is because of the tracker that I am always found. But when they could put it in my hands and why they did it to me, a kid, no one knows.
I was planning another escape when I found out there was going to be some kind of war or what. This was the perfect time to escape. When everyone was busy with the war, I escaped nicely, but of course I stole a knife before leaving the building. Fortunately, because of the war, no one came after me. I didn't go too far in the woods to keep some of the attention to what was going on.
A lot of people died in the war, including my father. I didn't feel sorry for him at all. Despite my father, when I found out that he was dead, I was a little relieved. In the end, sky people had to leave Pandora. There were only a few lefts, who helped the Na'vis. They left me here on Pandora. Not that it matters much where I'm alone. As a very small child, I had to learn to take care of myself, which was very difficult at first given my age. But over time, I got used to it. I learned how to survive the night, what to eat and how to protect myself. The stolen knife is very useful during this time, I used it plenty of times. I'm glad I brought it.
I had been taking care of myself for years when I met the Sully siblings and Spider. I quickly became friends with them. They always asked why I was here and how I could properly breathe in the Pandorian air and why I didn't need a mask like Spider. At first, I avoided these and similar questions, but as we met more and more and I trusted them more and more, I opened up to them. I answered their questions and told them everything. That is, almost everything. About the tracker in my arms, I preferred not to talk.