The Lucky One (a Star Wars fanfic)

Chapter 4

Unknown pov

The second I wake up I am assaulted with a pounding headache, making me wish that I hadn't woken up.

After a few seconds of just lying here in pain, I slowly open my eyes to see that I am laying on a cream-colored cot. How did I get here? The last thing I remember is wandering across the sand of Tatooine for what felt like years. Did someone find me?

"I was wondering when you would wake up," a slightly familiar voice says, breaking me from my thoughts.

After a few seconds of trying to remember who this person is I am hit with a flood of memories, everything that happened rushing back to me.

How could I let myself get caught by someone, especially a Sith? At the time, I hadn't cared if anyone felt my anger, but now I wish that I had. Because I was so careless, not only did I lose my master, but now I am stuck with these two, completely at the mercy of a Sith.

I am so dead.

Slowly, I start to sit up, hardly moving at all taking so much effort. I didn't know that cutting someone off from the force could be done, but even if I had, I never would have guessed that it felt this bad. Without the force, something I have had my entire life, it feels nearly impossible to do the simplest of things, such as breathing. Now that I no longer can feel the force, it seems like I keep taking in more air with each breath, but I know that it will never be enough to fill my aching lungs.

Once I am sitting with my back against the wall of the ship, I look at the man in front of me, for the first time noticing more than just his brown cloak. He has shoulder length brown blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that stare at me, making me glad that the hood of my cloak is keeping me hidden from his intense gaze.

After a few more seconds of him continuing to stare at me, feeling worried about the Sith hurting me, I ask in a whisper, "What are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing. We were supposed to find you because we had been told that you were a Sith, but now I see that you are only a Padawan," the Jedi says with a kind smile, but as long as that Sith is around, I know that I can't trust either of them. He might not hurt me, but I know that the Sith will.

"Who are you?" I ask after a little while longer of thinking, wondering who he is and why he is with a Sith.

"Anakin," the Jedi says with a large smile, surprising me. I didn't expect him to actually give me his name and even though it is only part of his full name, it is still good to know.

"Are you a Jedi, Anakin?"

Afterwards, I realize what a stupid question that is. He is wearing a brown cloak and held a blue lightsaber to my throat when he and the Sith captured me, meaning that, even though I only assumed that he is a Jedi Master, he obviously is one.

"Are you a well-known Jedi is what I meant to say?" I quickly rephrase, feeling embarrassed.

"You could say that," Anakin says with a smirk.

Knowing that he probably won't elaborate on his previous answer, I try to come up with another question to ask him, but my mind is unusually blank.

A minute later, as I am still trying and failing to come up with a question to ask him, Anakin stands up and says, "I have to leave now, but I will come back to get you when the ship lands."

Once he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him, I listen closely to see if he will lock it, which, unsurprisingly, he does. After all, why would he leave it open and risk letting me escape?

Several minutes later, when I am sure that he is gone and won't be walking back through the door soon, I slowly stand up and take a close look at everything in the room, looking for anything that might help me escape. When all I see is the door that I can't escape from because it is locked, the wooden chair that Anakin was sitting in, and the cot that I had been on moments ago, I realize that this is hopeless. There is no way out. I am trapped here.

Trapped.

Panic fills every part of me, causing my breathing to become rapid as I begin to feel very queasy.

I need to get out of here.

Quickly, I rush over to the door and slam my body against it several times, trying to break down the door.

After a few more attempts I give up, tears springing to my eyes as the hopelessness kicks in.

"This can't be real," I whisper as I begin looking around for another way out, but, of course, there isn't.

Not knowing what else to do, I move to the corner of the room.

Hoping that it isn't too small of a space, I squeeze between the cot and the wall, feeling my panic start to subside the second I am sitting there with my knees pressed against my chest, my head resting on top of them.

When I was five, right after my father had become a Sith, I spent most of my time trying to stay away from him. On the days when I wanted nothing more than to escape him, but couldn't, I would hide in the corner of my room between my bed and the wall. I still don't understand why, but being in that corner made me feel safe, even untouchable at times.

Even though that was ten years ago, sitting like this still has the same effect on me, most of my fear and panic gone by now, leaving me feeling so drained and exhausted.

As I drift off to sleep, just like I used to do, I find myself hoping that I will disappear, making it impossible for anyone to find me ever again.

A/N: Chapter four is now finished! :D I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I will see you all in chapter five. Bye :)