The Lucky One (a Star Wars fanfic)

Chapter 25

Shawn's pov

This is by far the most painful thing I have ever experienced.

I just sit here, staring at a white wall since I can't do anything else. I can't move, I can't speak, and sometimes, when the Sith's presence gets stronger, I can't see or hear anything.

At first, I didn't understand what was happening. One second I was having a good time sparring with Anakin, then suddenly, I couldn't think straight. As I tried to gain control of my thoughts before I hurt Anakin, the darkness came and began to suffocate me. It wasn't able to kill me like it wanted to, but I am starting to wish that it had. I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a slave to the dark side. I hate not being able to do anything but think and think and think until it feels like my brain might explode. The more thinking I do, the more hopeless this all seems, making me want to give up and let the dark side take total control.

I moan as I bury my head in my cuffed hands, hoping with all my heart that this is just a bad dream and any second I will wake up to find Rider and Anakin looking at me with big smiles.

I hear the Sith controlling me laugh, making me want to scream in frustration.

"Why me?" I ask the Sith as I feel my despair grow.

Of all the people they could have chosen, why me? Why do I have to become their slave?

The Sith just laughs harder in response, causing me to close my eyes tight, wishing I could get them out of my head.

"Go away!" I yell inside my mind after several more seconds of his laughter.

"No," the Sith says simply between his laughter, making me even more frustrated.

I wish that Rider or Anakin were here to help me. I need someone's help. I am slowly slipping away, and that scares me. If one of them don't help me soon, this Sith is going to take total control, killing me in the process.

I hear the door open and freeze from fear, worried what this person might do to me. They could hurt me in any way they want to, and I couldn't do a single thing to stop them.

"Shawn, can you hear me?" A slightly familiar voice asks. I try to remember who this person is, but can't, the days I have been under this Sith's control passing by in one long blur.

I feel the Sith's dark presence lighten up just enough for me to say the first question that comes to mind.

"Who are you?" I ask quickly, having no clue when the Sith is no longer going to let me speak.

"My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I was Anakin's master when he was still a padawan like yourself," he says in a soft voice, making me feel a little hope. If he is a Jedi, maybe he will be able to help me.

When I don't feel the presence come over me yet, I quickly ask, "Where am I and why are you here?"

"You are currently in one of the rooms at The Jedi Temple. I am here because I would like to talk with you and find out why you tried to kill Anakin."

"Is Anakin alright now?" I ask hesitantly, a sick feeling settling in my stomach as I begin to worry that I might have killed Anakin. After taking his arm off, I don't remember anything.

"Yes, Anakin is fine now, the three of us just left the medical room before I came here. He and Rider are currently getting some rest in one of the bedrooms."

I feel the Sith's dark presence coming back, starting to muddle most of my senses, making my vision blurry, it harder to hear, and impossible to speak.

Before it takes complete control of me, I quickly say the first thing that comes to my mind.

"Please, get Rider. He is the only one who can help me," I say, surprising myself.