No no no no...
It was just a nightmare, it would be over soon...
Shouting and blaster fire filled the air...a tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another.
No no no no...
Only babies cried, and seven-year-old Ezra Bridger was not a baby...but that didn't make the situation he was in any less terrifying.
Another tear fell, and he was fighting back sobs.
No no no no...
What did mom and dad say to do again? Breathe, relax, count to ten...breathe...
He couldn't breathe. The walls of the closet were closing in on him...it was too small...he couldn't breathe.
No no no no...
It was just a nightmare...the Empire wasn't here...mom and dad were fine...
It was just a nightmare...
No no no no...
This was the worse nightmare his mind had ever come up with. It was worse than that scary alien with the glowing red sword chasing him...worse than that cold, dark figure with loud, heavy breathing and a glowing red sword attacking him...worse than that strange planet, and the stranger old man with horns telling Ezra he could help him get back to his friends...
No no no no...
The shouting stopped...and a man's voice said "Search the house!" He heard tables and chairs being moved, the couch being upturned...people coming upstairs...
No no no no...
Someone opened the door to his bedroom. If they opened his closet door they would surely find him...maybe he should've hidden in the toy chest...
No no no no...
Someone moved his bed, he could hear the frame scraping the floor...the bookcase fell down with a crash...the squeak of his toy Bantha as someone stepped on it...
Then all was silent, save for footsteps that came closer to the closet...
No no no no!
Then they stopped.
"All clear!" Someone said, and the people left.
It was hours before Ezra dared to move from his spot in the closet. By then, the sun had begun to rise, washing the neighborhood with a bright orange glow.
The house was trashed. His room looked like a storm went through, the kitchen was destroyed, and he had never seen the living room in a more disastrous state...
Mom and Dad were nowhere to be found.
No...
His breath came in quick and panicky, tears filled in his eyes.
No no no no...
His mind jumped to any possibility that arised. What kind of sick nightmare was this?
No no no no...
What was it mom said to do while having a nightmare? Think of good dreams...yes that was it. Ezra thought back to a recurring dream he had, the one with the tall man with a ponytail wearing green. He had a glowing sword too, but it was blue. Ezra liked blue. It was much nicer than red. Not as scary. He was standing next to a Twi'lek. Ezra knew what a Twi'lek was, he had seen them before. But this one wasn't wearing the tiny dresses the other ones did, this one looked like a pilot. She wore pants and a long sleeved shirt and goggles, and there was a little bit of grease smeared on her cheek. In Ezra's opinion, it made her look prettier.
They were smiling, their arms outstretched, like they wanted him to join their crew. Their family...
But he had his own family...
Where did they go?
"Mom? Dad?" Ezra's voice was cracked from crying, small from fear. He didn't move from his spot, who knows what might be out there? His voice echoed around the empty house. He sniffed once, twice, before bursting into tears.
He wanted to wake up from this nightmare, he wanted to run into his parents room and sleep with them, even if he was a big boy. He wanted his mom to kiss his forehead, he wanted his dad to tell him it would be okay. He wanted to wake up, he wanted to wake up!
But he couldn't.
Because this wasn't a nightmare...this was real.
And seven-year-old Ezra Bridger, was alone.
I question myself as to why I wrote this...