Breathe No More, a Star Wars fanfiction

Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas, nor do I work for Lucasfilm. I am only a fan of the Star wars franchise. I make no money or profit off of this story. Therefore I do not own Star Wars or any of its elements. I also am not Amy Lee and therefore any lyrics from the band Evanescence are not mine.

Trigger Warning: Suicide, cutting, anorexia is frequently present within this story as that is what the story basically is about. If you are not comfortable with that or it may trigger you please do not read this story.

"All the little pieces falling shatter. Shards of me too sharp to put back together. Too small to matter, but big enough to cut me into so many little pieces." -Breathe

Anakin Skywalker had no intentions whatsoever to become the way he is. No intention to do what he did. Yet somehow he found himself in the position he most feared, a feeling he never wanted to experience in his lifetime. The feeling of hopelessness. A sensation of drowning in himself with no escape. This was his reality. Blood, cuts, death, all these things overtook his mind and he wanted nothing more than to be released of everything. Of all the war, all the fighting, all the pain, all the hate, all the suffering. Everything. Except when his love from when he was a small child steps in, he grows torn between living for love or dying for release.