The Lucky One (a Star Wars fanfic)

Chapter 26

Rider's pov

I wake for nearly the fifth time, having slept poorly ever since I had the dream of Anakin dying once again.

I sit up slowly, feeling a little sick to my stomach.

I close my eyes and try to focus on breathing deeply, hoping that it will take my mind off of my fear.

"Did you have a bad dream?" Obi-Wan asks causing me to jump, very afraid now.

I open my eyes to see him standing by the door, his arms crossed over his chest with an unreadable expression on his face.

I nod my head yes, too afraid to speak.

"Did it involve a Sith?" Obi-Wan asks making me worried and even more afraid.

I stay quiet and bury my head in my knees, wishing that for once he would leave me alone.

"Did it involve you joining the Sith?" Obi-Wan asks as he moves closer, making me terrified.

"Please, don't come any closer," I whisper when he is only a few feet away, memories of torture flooding into my mind, causing me to start shaking.

"Answer my question, Rider," Obi-Wan says in a firm voice as he stops coming closer, but sadly the memories don't stop.

I let out a moan as I try to push the painful memories from my mind.

After several more seconds of the memories not leaving me, I quietly beg, "Please, make them stop."

"Rider," he says in a soft voice, for once not speaking to me in such a harsh way.

I slowly lift my head to look him in the eyes, the memories slowly start to fade as I see that for once he doesn't look like he absolutely hates me.

"Answer me," he says in a firm voice while bending down to eye level.

"Yes, I did. It was only a dream. I promise you I would never do that," I say quietly as I continue to look him in the eyes, worried that he won't believe me.

After a long while of silence, eager to change the subject, I ask, "How did it go with Shawn?"

"He is under the influence of a Sith. A Sith that said he isn't going to stop until he has you under his control too," Obi-Wan says, filling me with fear and dread.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask in a shaky voice after a few minutes of him just staring at me, the memories threatening to overwhelm me once again.

"Shawn said that you're the only person who can help him. I'm going to take you to him in hopes that he is right," Obi-Wan says, surprising me.

I hesitantly stand up, thinking that this might be a trick. Since Anakin is asleep, he could just take me to a cell, and no one would be able to stop him.

He grabs tightly to my right arm, and leads me out the door, treating me like a good for nothing Sith once again.

I lower my head to the ground, hating that Obi-Wan makes me feel so afraid and worthless every time I'm around him.

"Do you wish I was dead?" I ask him suddenly as we walk through the halls, unable to take the silence any longer.

He doesn't say anything for a long while making me think that he really does want me dead.

"I don't want to die, Master Kenobi. I promise you, I'm not a danger to anyone. I remember when I had turned ten, I dreamed of how great life would be when I was twenty. If only I could have seen how wrong I was. I had dreamed that I would be an amazing Jedi along with my brother, at this age. Instead my brother was murdered by the people you think I belong with, and here I am, being treated like I'm the one who killed him," I say in a slightly raised voice as I stop walking, forcing him to do the same.