Emotions ran over her in ways she hadn't experienced till then, dragging her into a whirlpool of undesired feelings. Her stomach rumbled, causing her to look over at the plate of food next to her which she had left untouched. Despite her body urging her to, she couldn't touch it, let alone eat it, with the previous night fresh in mind.
Where had this all even started? Her mind swept her into her memories, trying to pinpoint precisely where things had changed. Where she had lost the easy smiles and encouragement, the joy and praise of her surroundings whenever she excelled. Slowly she noticed it hadn't been a singular point. It had been a gradual decline as she grew older, or actually it had less to do with her aging.
At young age, she had been mediocre. Standing out neither positively or negatively, she was simply average. That said, she remembered that that shifted when she started growing into her force sensitivity. At that time she didn't know what it was, even if she knew something was changing. If she was swimming against others and really wanted to win, she'd win. If there was a bit of a scuffle between kids, she'd often be the stronger kid, even against the boys. If she got angry during a fight with her parents, things broke. Those were the most occurring instances of her force sensitivity showing itself, through emotions spiking. At a later point, on her birthday, for just some time, her experiencing the world seemed to sharpen. The cake was just a bit more sour than she had expected, than she had wanted it to be. Her drink was just a bit sweeter than it had ever been. Both her parents had been surprised at her reaction, saying it was the same as always.
A nauseating, slithering feeling nestled into her stomach, then coiled around her hearts. She hadn't taken to the isolation well, she knew that much. As she'd grown older, her place within her group had shifted. No longer middle of the group, instead standing out in most things physical. And when it came to the social side, she wasn't oblivious to the whispered words where words were used. With senses that seemed to be sharper than her peers and even the adults, she'd started taking notice of things others hadn't. The growing distaste of the ones around her, the label of 'freak' which she seemingly couldn't escape. The looming feeling of not belonging, not even with her parents, the frustrations from both sides causing arguments more and more often. She was different and they just couldn't handle her.
She shifted, burying her head in the palms of her hands and feeling the tears falling from her eyes drop onto her hands as she sobbed, the tears feeling more akin to acid than anything. The isolation had caused fear and distrust. She had done her homework, leading to the fearsome thought of being caught in the war between Republic and Empire, Jedi and Sith, if her force sensitivity became known. Surely that won't happen, she had said to herself. Jedi and Sith are basically creatures of myth. The chances of them actually entering her life in any form were close to zero.
Yet here she was, having woken up on a shuttle after a rest which had been far too deep. The woman who had spoken to her after she woke up, as well as having brought food, seemed friendly enough. The moment she mentioned Zaca going to become a Jedi though, all other words were blurred out.
After an eternity there were no more tears to be shed. She missed the water so much it felt like her hearts were about to snap, her breathing rapid and panicked till she took a series of deep breaths. Her newfound calm was shattered though as the shuttle rocked back and forth, sending her flying from her seat and into the side of the cabin. What appeared to be an alarm started ringing its awful shrieking noise, a set of lights turning red. Immobilizing dread returned, flooding her veins alongside her now pounding headache as she realized that the ship was under attack. There was nowhere to go.
Where had this all even started? Her mind swept her into her memories, trying to pinpoint precisely where things had changed. Where she had lost the easy smiles and encouragement, the joy and praise of her surroundings whenever she excelled. Slowly she noticed it hadn't been a singular point. It had been a gradual decline as she grew older, or actually it had less to do with her aging.
At young age, she had been mediocre. Standing out neither positively or negatively, she was simply average. That said, she remembered that that shifted when she started growing into her force sensitivity. At that time she didn't know what it was, even if she knew something was changing. If she was swimming against others and really wanted to win, she'd win. If there was a bit of a scuffle between kids, she'd often be the stronger kid, even against the boys. If she got angry during a fight with her parents, things broke. Those were the most occurring instances of her force sensitivity showing itself, through emotions spiking. At a later point, on her birthday, for just some time, her experiencing the world seemed to sharpen. The cake was just a bit more sour than she had expected, than she had wanted it to be. Her drink was just a bit sweeter than it had ever been. Both her parents had been surprised at her reaction, saying it was the same as always.
A nauseating, slithering feeling nestled into her stomach, then coiled around her hearts. She hadn't taken to the isolation well, she knew that much. As she'd grown older, her place within her group had shifted. No longer middle of the group, instead standing out in most things physical. And when it came to the social side, she wasn't oblivious to the whispered words where words were used. With senses that seemed to be sharper than her peers and even the adults, she'd started taking notice of things others hadn't. The growing distaste of the ones around her, the label of 'freak' which she seemingly couldn't escape. The looming feeling of not belonging, not even with her parents, the frustrations from both sides causing arguments more and more often. She was different and they just couldn't handle her.
She shifted, burying her head in the palms of her hands and feeling the tears falling from her eyes drop onto her hands as she sobbed, the tears feeling more akin to acid than anything. The isolation had caused fear and distrust. She had done her homework, leading to the fearsome thought of being caught in the war between Republic and Empire, Jedi and Sith, if her force sensitivity became known. Surely that won't happen, she had said to herself. Jedi and Sith are basically creatures of myth. The chances of them actually entering her life in any form were close to zero.
Yet here she was, having woken up on a shuttle after a rest which had been far too deep. The woman who had spoken to her after she woke up, as well as having brought food, seemed friendly enough. The moment she mentioned Zaca going to become a Jedi though, all other words were blurred out.
After an eternity there were no more tears to be shed. She missed the water so much it felt like her hearts were about to snap, her breathing rapid and panicked till she took a series of deep breaths. Her newfound calm was shattered though as the shuttle rocked back and forth, sending her flying from her seat and into the side of the cabin. What appeared to be an alarm started ringing its awful shrieking noise, a set of lights turning red. Immobilizing dread returned, flooding her veins alongside her now pounding headache as she realized that the ship was under attack. There was nowhere to go.