Chapter 1: Cuts
POV: Anakin Skywalker
It had been a year since Padme's death, and I was still cutting myself. Ahsoka tried to help, and helped only a little no matter how much she tried. She helped me not cut myself whenever she was present. I shakily held the razor above my wrist with my mechanical hand. I brought it down on my wrist, squealing, but quickly stifling the squeal so that Ahsoka didn't hear.
POV: Ahsoka Tano
I heard Anakin squeal, than the squeal was stifled and I heard a thump. I rushed to the refresher door. It did not slide open.
"ANAKIN! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!"
When the door didn't open, I used the Force to unlock it, and then rushed in. Anakin was laying on the floor clutching his wrist.
"ANAKIN SKYWALKER! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GETTING BETTER!