Salvation To My Stars • Kylo Ren [2]

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Bellamy's Pov

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I clench my fists tightly, until my nails dig into the palms of my hands, but I hardly notices. The only thing I am really aware of is that today is the day I've been dreading and I can't think straight. My heart is throbbing and my breathing is rapid and shallow. I can feel my pulse pounding in my temples.

The thousands of people looking at me, shock radiating from their faces would of brought me joy a year ago, but now I only fear that someone will pull a stunt and I will have to defend myself.

I feel Elwood's fingertips graze over my skin and I look up at him, his beautiful eyes meeting mine with such a kindness, I still find myself questioning how he has a kill count almost higher than mine. I realize I haven't said a word since I told Sebastian to run and my mouth is filled with irony blood because I've been chewing my lip.

Astonished, a man walks up the runway towards us. "My name is General Statura, I'll be taking you into containment just for safety precautions."

"Understandable," Elwood nods. "Cedar Elwood, I'm sure you know who I am though."

"The only breathing relative of General Hux, you're known almost anywhere nowadays son." Statura doesn't meet his eyes and begins to put restraints on Elwood's wrists.

I voluntarily stretch my arms out so he can wrap the restraints around my wrists without asking. Statura glances at me for a brief moment before turning on his heel. "Follow me please."

We enter the actual base building and I hold my breath. I walk down the concrete track, towards the old prison units and my heart both sinks and rises all at once. I sink because I used to know every rise and dip of this place. I haven't forgotten, it is still the path that Poe Dameron chased me down and the one I walked after punching a sexist pilot in the face. I rise to imagine what awaits me at the end. A cold room? Imprisonment? Torture? Then my mind races to what Jude promised. A place of more love and warmth than I've had these countless days of being someone the prophecy told me to be.

One of the silver doors opens with a swoosh and Statura removes Elwood's restraints. "We've modified a few things over the years," He explains but I feel as if he's directing it to me. "There's a bed and a shower, you'll be able to make yourself comfortable while we settle things."

My face remains grim as I watch the door shut behind Elwood, and I can't see his vibrant face any longer. We walk a few more steps before he removes my restraints. The door opens and he takes a few steps backwards, afraid that I'll hurt him. I find myself in a dull room with no windows. The shower is hidden behind a wall and the actual bed is a bunkbed, made of scrap metal. The door shuts behind me before I can say anything, not like I was going to anyways.

The back of my knees hit the bottom bunk and I fall backwards. I stay like that for what seems like hours. The only thing that seems to be working is my heart, continuing to pump blood into my veins. I find myself drifting in and out of consciousness, listening to the rustle of the vents.

I know why he did it. I know why my father blocked out my good memories and only allowed me to remember the bad. He loved me with all he had, I was his daughter. When the memories came flooding back, I didn't believe them at first but now I do.

I remember being terrified to kill my first victim, quaking in fear and crying hysterically after, but my father took away the memory of my first burden.

I remember during the first few days after my mother's death, he wouldn't leave my side until I fell asleep, but he gave me the memory of isolation instead.