A.N. Hello, (insert your name here.) Welcome to my new story. Here, have some virtual cookies.

This is my first story on here, and I have had this account for a little over a month. I have had this idea for a while. Copy/Paste is being a jerk right now, so I apologize for any errors. Most were made during the transition.

Anyway, I have currently been celebrating because I recently discovered the celebrities that I share a birthday with, and one of those was Hayden Christiansen (squeal.)

And I have been watching the episodes of Season 6 of The Clone Wars. Netflix is worth subscribing to just for that. Trust me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. All credit goes to its rightful owners.

I have always been told I harbor too much anger. I admit, I probably do have more emotional issues than I should have. I mean, every other Jedi is wearing brown robes while I am sitting over here in a black, leather tunic.

But this is too much.

"The Council believes this would be best,"Obi-Wan Kenobi said. Speaking of the Council, we were currently outside the Council Chambers. The session had just ended, and my former Master had requested that I stay behind so we could talk. I would have been glad to, if he did not me with the news of an off-the-records decision in our discussion. I could not tell whether or not Obi-Wan supported this decision, but knowing him, he trusted their choices.

"You are severely stressed,"he said in a sympathetic tone that I did not really care much for. "You could get away from the situation.

It was taking every fiber of my being not to lash out. "You tell that stupid Council that I don't need to be thrown into the looney-bin."

"Anakin-"

I could feel it, the Dark Side, growing inside me. And I did not care. "There is no way a few weeks or however long they are going to keep me in a straight jacket is going to help. Besides, I don't have any 'problems.'"

He sighed. "They are coming to get you tomorrow." My jaw dropped. "You have no choice."

I laughed. Not the laugh that comes when something is funny, but the one that happens when you are either angry or annoyed beyond your limits.

"Those little-" I did not finish my statement. I simply turned and walked away. Through the Force, Obi-Wan was very hurt and concerned about me, but I really did not care.

To be honest, I really did not give a kriff what anyone felt at that moment.


Nothing was helping.

I was alone in my room in the Jedi Temple. It was plain, sure. But there were a few things in there that I could bash around. Most Jedi meditate, but I destroy objects. To each their own, right?

I started with my bed. I ripped those cream bed sheets right off the mattress, the sounds of the tearing fabric echoing in my mind. I tossed those aside, the satisfaction short-lived. I lifted the mattress up without hesitation and hurled it at the door. It crashed with a noise that everyone on this level of the Temple could hear physically, and they were more than likely hearing a lot more through the Force.

I grabbed my pillow that was sitting awkwardly on the floor and screamed into it. The pillow barely helped to muffle that throat-rattling cry. I threw it away along with the sheets.

The desk was next. With one swipe of my arms, all of the machines and other mechanisms ended up at different locations.

Someone pounded the door.

"Anakin, what's going on in there?"Obi-Wan.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I wanted to be alone. I wanted to dismantle this room undisturbed.

The poundings increased, and I realized that Obi-Wan and whoever else was unlocking the door. I paid them no mind. I began ripping the metal desk off of the wall.

Obi-Wan made it into my room, and I, shamefully, lunged at him. He knew it was coming, and threw me back against the wall. Before I got up, Obi-Wan had rushed over and wrapped his stronger arm around my neck. He did not want me going anywhere or doing anything.

"Get. Off. Me!"

I elbowed him in the ribs. As he slumped away in pain, I ran for it.

The entire Temple knew what was going on. As I left me room, I was met with about three recognizable Healers and, damn this man, Mace Windu.

"Fire!"he bellowed. I saw a few darts shot my way, and I dodged every one of them.

One of the Healers was trampled as I ran through them. They gave chase. As I rounded a turn, I saw other Healers and Jedi. It would have appeared that everyone was intent on calming me down. But I had planned not to give them what they wanted.

I ran down the only passage that was not being blocked. The chase was exciting for a few moments until I found they had blocked my only means of escape.

"Young Skywalker! Stop, you must."Master Yoda.

I leaned back against the wall, people closing in at me on all sides. Five of the Healers stepped forward once I was still and held me to the ground. They put Force-suppressing cuffs on my wrists. As if that would have weakened me enough, I felt a syringe enter my arm. I had been screaming at them, of course, but that shot stopped all of that. I was sweating and panting like the mad-man I was.

Mace Windu and Obi-Wan were standing near me along with Master Yoda.

"Perhaps Young Skywalker does need the help we requested,"Mace Windu said in his cocky voice. I hated his voice. But, after reality had settled in, I knew he was right. I could practically feel the gaze of Master Obi-Wan. I wanted to apologize, but even without the shot, my words would not have made a difference.

The Healers lift me onto a stretcher, since the tranquilizer took all the feeling out of me. I still felt resilient, but I was more shameful as they paraded me through the halls. Everyone watched. Everyone knew. Everyone was glad they were sending me somewhere else.