Inside she was screaming (DISCONTINUED)

Prolouge

Talking heads are in bold
No ones P.O.V
It was the middle of the night and all Leia heard was the sound of her fathers cries coming from the living room. Leia was frightened since she had lived for eight whole years and never heard her dad cry before. Although she was scared, she slowly approached him, not being prepared for anything. Her age was her excuse.

Where was her mother in his time of need? She'd seen TV shows with her father in which the wife comforts the husband or vice versa.

"Dad?" She whispered

Fear kicked into his system but soon demolished when he witnessed his fragile daughter reluctantly walking towards him. He picked her up and placed her on his knee, swiftlt wiping any trace of tears from his cheeks.

"Hey Moonbeam," He weakly smiled, trying desperately to not lose control of his emotions.

"What's wrong, daddy?" Leia questioned curiously, "And where is mommy?"

"Ummm..." He stated in a nervous manner, "Mommy's gone,"

"Gone?" She asked, not understanding what he meant.

"She died," He admitted, a little too straight forward.

Tears began dripping down Leia's rosy cheeks and muffled sobs escaped her lips. She escaped her fathers grip and ran out of the house.

Her father didn't follow her....If there was one thing he knew about his daughter it was not to follow her in times like this...Just leave her alone. She'll eventually find her way back home.

But Luke was clueless about that. Simply because he'd never met her before.

Leia ran to wherever her feet took her, they led her to the park a few blocks from her house. She sat on the swings, tears still running down her face, however, her sobs had subsided. She took this time to reflect, god, why did this have to happen to her? What bad she ever done wrong?

Luke was passing by the park in the middle of the night, which was considered quite odd for a kid his age, other children would be sleeping at this time. Not Luke, though.

While he was strolling, he saw a figure perched on a swing, but, they weren't actually using it, merely sitting there. He'd always been a rebel, and although his parents warned him to never approach a stranger under any circumstances, he still did. As he got closer, he was able go uncover that it was a girl. She looked like she was around his age and she was sobbing her heart out.

For some reasoning, even if he had no clue who this girl was, he felt bothered by the fact that she was crying. Luke wasn't sure if he should've comforted her, but he decided it would be the right thing to do, because she seemed exceedingly saddened.

"Hi," He greeted, taking a seat on the swing next to her.

Leia turned to see a handsome boy that was her age sitting on the swing next to her,

"Hi," She responded but it came out as soft whimper.

Luke took that as a cry for help.

"I'm Luke," He said, creating conversation.

"Leia, although my parents told me not to talk to strangers," She replied

"I'm not a stranger anymore," Luke responded

She giggled at this. He wasn't wrong.