You Mighty, Submissive Soul • Kylo Ren

Terrorized, Alone, Distressed

You were frozen.

Your brain was working frantically, commanding your arms to swing, your legs to sprint and your feet to just... move.

But your body wasn't working alongside your mind. Your feet were stuck to the ground which was purely soil. Your arms hung close to your sides.

You could scream, however.

You bellowed for your father, "Get out! Get out! Dad!?"

Of course, the yelling never worked. You watched in horror once again, as a massive explosion erupted in the short distance between you and the mining area where your father works. Well... worked.

You were completely stiff as a thunderous booming followed the smoke and fire that was slowly but surely rising. You felt that even if some invisible force wasn't compelling you to stay still, you wouldn't be able to move anyway.

So you stood there for what felt like forever, watching the flames spread and smoke rise high  into the grey clouded sky. Finally and on cue, a heavy hand placed itself on your shoulder from behind you. But like always, you couldn't turn around to see who it was.

———

It was something you still wondered about as your eyes shot open and you sat upright in your cot - you couldn't even call it a bed. You knew it was only a dream but you constantly wondered who was always behind you, and comforting you at the end of your dream.

Alongside the wonder, you felt the same three feelings you had woken up with for.. weeks? Definitely weeks. Months? Maybe even years? You didn't know how long. You had felt nothing but terrorized, alone, and distressed everyday since you truly had no living creature in the galaxy who cared even the slightest about you. Sure, life before your father's death wasn't great, but it wasn't nearly as miserable as it was now.

At least back then, you had someone to joke with and spend your time with whenever you weren't being commanded by Murr, the 'leader' of the town one could say, to finish your daily chores.

Back then you could at least smile. Now, you don't remember the last time you had found the corners of your lips in an upright position. You couldn't remember the last time you had even felt some feeling of decency.

You circled your gaze around your tent-like home. It was small - probably couldn't fit more than 5 people inside at once. Only a cot and small stove were provided for you. The light from the rising sun seeped through the thin fabric of the walls of your tent. It was time for another boring and lonely day.

You didn't have friends. It's not that you couldn't be outgoing, you certainly could, but there was nobody within the town remotely close to your age. Reproduction wasn't exactly ideal, as couples couldn't afford to raise a child at all, not to mention there would be no health care of any sort to aid the mother during the pregnancy. If a woman were to fall pregnant, it was almost positive that she would perish giving birth.

That's how your mother died.

So the person you conversed with the most was Murr, but the conversing was mostly just him barking orders at you like,

"Did I not tell you to polish the axes twice a day?"

"Girl, those shafts better be clear for operation when I come back, otherwise you won't be seeing food for the next few days."

And your personal favorite,

"Sweetie if you're gonna be this useless, you may as well be dead."

Because it was true. You were no use to anyone or anything. If you died, your body would be lazily carried through town by other citizens you didn't even know, and tossed deep into the ground without a care in the galaxy. You had accepted it though. No one respected or loved you, and no one ever would. Especially the love part.