Destroyed from the Inside Out
Hey, this is my new story! I know, I know, I am already working on loads more of my stories, but I have writers block, but I think that writing this will give me some kind of inspiration. Anyway, I got this idea while watching one of my favourite horror movies (as you know, I am a horror fan). Anyone ever seen 'A Nightmare on Elm Street'? Well, this is kinda based on that. It won't be a horror story or anything, but still, please do read it!
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The nightmares were getting worse.
She wouldn't eat. She wouldn't drink. She couldn't sleep.
First they were just normal, childish nightmares. Just like the nightmares children had about monsters under their bed. But then they got worse; more – though she hated to admit it – scarier, more…realistic. Everything had every little detail. They were so real; even more than her nightmares about Aurra Sing.
Ahsoka threw the thin covers off her and swung her legs over the bed, but didn't stand. Instead she rested her elbows on her knees and put her head in her hands. Back soaked with sweat, she sighed and pressed her palms into her eyes.
The nightmares started when Anakin and Obi-Wan left for a three week mission. There was still two weeks left now, and Ahsoka was already going insane. Every time she slept, she shot up, sweating and breathing heavily. She was so tired; she felt exhausted.
Glancing at the chrono with tired eyes, the Padawan sighed again. It was five in the morning; only one hour before she usually awoke.
She stood up slowly, cursing silently as her legs shook.
She took the sheets and covers off her bed and threw them in the wash bin in her 'fresher. She didn't want to sleep on messed up and smelling-of-sweat sheets.
She looked into the mirror. Her eyes had bags under them, her face and headtails was paler. She groaned; she looked terrible.
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"I need some sleeping pills," Ahsoka slammed a small hand on the desk, standing on her tiptoes so she could lean over the desk in a slightly threatening way,
The medical droid placed two cold hands on her shoulders and pushed her down gently, "I'm sorry, Padawan Tano, but you shall need permission from your Master."
"I'm sixteen; I am of legal age to get medication!" Ahsoka snarled. She didn't exactly realise that her grogginess was making her like a cranky old lady.
The droid shrank back a little.
"Look," Ahsoka rubbed her eyes, "Please, I need those pills. I'm just need them, okay?"
The droid could see how desperate the Togruta looked, and finally gave in. Her Master obviously was on a mission of some sort, and she seemed like she needed them. "Alright, what kind of tablets?"
"I need ones that will give me a dreamless sleep. No dreams at all."
"Okay. Please, take a seat. I'll have your medication shortly."
Ahsoka sat in one of the seats. She snatched one of the magazines off the little table near the chairs and opened it. She started to read a small article about a Rodian who fell out a five story building and surviving. However, five or six lines into reading the fascinating story, the words started to blur, and her eyes started to droop. Before she knew it, she'd fallen asleep.
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Ahsoka fell. Fell from nowhere. She landed hard on the floor, winding her and taking her breath away. It was dark here, in this place, wherever it was. She coughed, blood splattering onto the floor. Maybe she'd take the fall harder than she thought. The pain in her chest was horrible.
She let out a small cry of pain and coughed again. Slowly she climbed to her feet. She gasped; this was Mortis. But…Mortis was over, right? The Son, Daughter and Father were dead, along with the planet.
"Welcome back," A voice spoke. The voice what spoke to her in all the nightmares she'd had this week. That low, threatening voice. The one that made all the horrible things in her nightmares.
"Who are you?" Ahsoka screamed towards the stormy skies, "Why am I here? What do you want with me?"
The voice laughed, "Silly child. Do you not remember?"
Ahsoka's eyes widened in fear as a shadow of a man formed next to her. She jumped away, chafing her arms as an icy wind blew past. Suddenly, a large, clawed hand grabbed her foot. Ahsoka head shot down, looking for where the hand came from. She gasped when she realised it came underground. Another hand grabbed her other foot, and another her leg. Before she knew it, she was slowly being dragged into the ground. Half her body had been dragged in, and she was doing everything to try and clamper back up. Her nails dug into the ground, her body writhed to try and escape the death grip of the ghostly hands. But suddenly, she was dragged straight down.
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Well guys, sorry it's short, but it is the first chapter. I also needed to make it short because I wanted to get the first chapter on here before my annoying little cousin comes to visit. XD I am STILL getting depressed a lot, but you know…who cares? Anywho, please review and tell me what you think! Please tell me if I should continue. Thanks!