This story was inspired by a book called "Dear Teddy" and the real-life story of the torture and murder of Silvia Lykens. I know it sounds horrifying but please give it a try.

I do not own the characters or the Star Wars universe.

Luke is talking to you ( well, more like writing for a reason you'll discover in this chapter ). He is four, so I tried my hardest to make it all sound like the words of a four year old.

Warnings: violence, child abuse, pedophilia/paedophilia.

I've always dreamed of getting outside. Of feeling the air and the sun on my skin. I think I felt it before, but for a long time I haven't. Sometimes, like now, I am allowed to stay near the window, but not always. Bad boys don't deserve the light, Auntie Beru says. Uncle Owen says the same thing.

When I can be near the window, I watch the children play with my cousin. My cousin goes to play outside everyday, because he is a good boy. I don't know about the other children, but I think that they do because they are always there when I watch them. I wish I could play with them. I couldn't laugh or talk with them, because my voice makes no sound except when I shout so I have to write down what I want to say and I don't think I could take my notebook and my pencil outside because I gave them my evilness and there is no suit for them. But only they can go outside and play. They never get bad. But I do. I am always bad. "Born from evil," my Auntie says. My Uncle says it's a sickness, and that's why I can't go outside and I have to wear a suit and a mask that covers my face and doesn't let much air in and I can't touch anyone or anything. "Wouldn't want to let others catch your evilness now, would you ?" he says. I don't, and I try to make the evilness go away but it doesn't. It's always there.