Title: The Lost Road Home aka TLRH yeah I know it's pathetic, but it's all I could come up with.
Feedback: ALWAYS...it's the greens that feed the bunny
Disclaimer: Sadly, no I do not own any orignial Star Wars characters. They all belong to King George, I'm just borrowing them. I wish he's share, but sadly the bum is royalty and refuses. All other characters are mine and mine alone. Too bad they're not the ones I want. sigh
Sidenote: Italics are meant to be thoughts.
INTRO/Chapter One:
As she walked to the library, she could only pray she'd find something hopeful to help with the MS that had taken over her body. Goodness knew that the weekly Avonex shots and even the recent Prednisone steroid pills hadn't taken the numbness away. Turning up the volume on her discman she quickened her pace. She knew deep down her neurologist was right about staying positive, but how? If the numbness spread, she'd be forced to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. How in the hell was she supposed to stay positive about that? Taking a deep breath she calmed herself, wiping away the tears that had fallen. Keep the faith girl. She thought to herself right before she stepped into a giant pothole. Crying out, she fell headfirst into the concrete. Reaching for the hat that had come off, she rubbed her forehead momentarily before gathering her hair inside it and placing it back on top of her head. Shit that hurt...stupid construction! Damn miracle I didn't sprain my ankle. She looked up and frowned. What the...uh, where am I? I don't recognize this place. She peered at her surroundings. Wait a minute, is that
girl BLUE? And what is that on her head? Okay, breath girl..you hit your head remember? This is all normal, right? Right...sure that explains the flying aircrafts that look nothing like planes. Whew. Thought I was losing it there...just think normal. Uh huh. Getting to her feet, she dusted off the back of her jeans and put the headphones back on her ears, heading towards the huge building just in front of her. Once inside she glanced down at her map of the
library. One of the library clerks had mailed it to her on request so she wouldn't have to ask where the medical books on MS were kept. Any pity looks she could avoid worked for her; she'd received enough to last her a lifetime and then some. The medical books were on the fourth floor. Noticing stairs out of the corner of her eye, she swiftly started up them while trying her best to be invisible. Smiling slightly when she reached the fourth floor, she moved forward until she was stopped by a rather tall man dressed in...robes? Oh great. Taking her headphones off, she placed them around her neck. Another cause...it's a shame there are so many of them in the world. Smiling shyly at the man, she pulled a five dollar bill from her jean pocket and handed it to him. "Hope this helps your cause. I would give you more, but that's all I have on me. God bless." She started to move past him, but was stopped by a hand on her forearm.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
EndNotes: MS is an abbreviation for Multiple Sclerosis. (I got this "exact" deft. from the National MS Society) MS is a chronic, often disabling disease of the central nervous system. Symptoms/Episodes may be mild such as numbness in the limbs or severe--paralysis or loss of vision. Most people are diagnosed between the ages of 20-40. (3 weeks before the 18th birthday the lying bastages...don't ask) Anywhoo, anything you don't quite understand, etc, just ask.