WARNING: Self-Harm/Suicide is mentioned! Do NOT read if you can't take it, please!
Luke Skywalker curses inaudibly under his breath as the cool metal glides across his skin, red trails marking its traveled path. He's aware this isn't the greatest way to deal with things, and definitely not the healthiest. The Jedi doesn't know what else to do, though. Besides, this gives him a weird sense of euphoria. As if his internal pain disappears due to the external pain.
Luke cannot sit around and let his feelings build up. Not again. He doesn't want anybody else to get hurt, yet here he is, hurting himself. Every part of him wants to stop, wants to go running to Han and Leia, scream for help, but he continues. Luke shakes his head, "I deserve this."
Every cut for every innocent person he's murdered. "It'd probably be more efficient to just end it all." Take his own life as punishment for the ones he's took. Luke sighs, this puny razor would make for a painful death, but it only seems right to go like those people went. Lightsaber.
Skywalker quietly makes his way from the bathroom to his bedroom. Stopping to catch his breath a few times. He wasn't aware how badly he was bleeding.
Luke shuts the bedroom door behind him and picks his weapon up from the nightstand. He closes his eyes, hand shaking as he raises the lightsaber to his chest, thumb resting on the button, waiting to activate.
Skywalker takes one last deep breath as he slowly eases his thumb down on the button.
"Luke!" A voice makes him shoot his eyes open, dropping the weapon.
"Kid, what were you doing?" Han Solo asks, faking a small smile.
Luke stutters, "I was, I just…" He sighs.
"Please tell me it's not what I think?" The smuggler shudders at that thought. Surely his friend would never, he'd at least talk to him, right?
He's catching on. Lie. Now.
Luke nods and puts on a smile. "I'm fine, Han." He chuckles. "Just seeing what my enemies feel like before I kill them." Skywalker cringes. What is he saying?
Han laughs nervously. "Okay, well, goodnight."
"Night."
Luke plops onto his bed, sighing once again. He crawls under the covers and shut his eyes, only to be met with the horrid scenes of what's he's done. Innocent friends. Murdered. Because of him and the Voice.
The Jedi first became acquainted with the Voice in a dream. It gave him a calm feeling. The way the eerie words blew past like an evening breeze. He still remembers the dream as clear as day.
Luke opens his eyes to find himself lying on a burned, black ground. He stands. Looking around he sees, well, nothing. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a strong wind almost makes the blonde fall back over.
The wind sweeps a calmness over Skywalker that he's never felt before. He shuts his eyes, inhaling and savoring the presence. He begins to hear a Voice.
"Luke. You've finally let me in."
There's a pause as the wind becomes stronger.
"You will obey me, now."
Luke nods and mumbles, "Yes."