Screams // Dan and Phil // Star Wars

Screams.

Screams seemed to be the only sound I heard as the Tie Fighters flew around the sky. The occasional Star Fighters zoomed past, blowing up the baddies. I was 9, unable and confused. The 1st Order were good, right? So why were the resistance fighting them?

I felt a hand tightly grip my arm and I looked up, into the worried and scared eyes of my mother. She held a Blaster Rifle in her arms, undoubtedly stolen from a dead Storm Trooper. There were dozens of them, white armoured bodies laid on the ground. Dead.

"Are you okay?" My mother rushed, pushing my blonde hair out of my eyes.

I nodded, placing my hand on her cheek. Was she okay? She seemed hurt and she was bleeding.

'They'll be here soon," my mother hushed. "They'll get you and they'll care for you."

"Who mother, who?" I questioned, my voice squeaky and quite.

"The resistance." She answered, a bang and a scream was heard in the background. "They'll save you and teach you. Trust them"

I nodded, afraid but brave.

"I must go now, I love you and always will." She placed a soft kiss to my forehead, before running into battle. He skirt lifted slightly but it was long and covering. That was the last time I saw her.