Thunder in the Night
By Ricco Ragazza
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars! Wow, yeah, you know you
thought I did! I wish I did, 'cause then I'd own Hayden Christensen for a
couple of years, and I'd also have the hundreds of millions of dollars that I
made off of little action figures! Oh, that reminds me, when Episode Two comes
out, I will SO be getting that Anakin action figure! Ooooh, I can stare at it
all day and nigh—uh, sorry, I went off into dream world again. Oh, and I don't
own Star Wars BTW if you didn't hear me the first time!
AN~ Ok, this is yet another story from Amidala's point of view. I guess
I'm best at these, because I use some of my own thoughts, and hunny, I don't
think like a sex-crazed, one-thing-on-his mind man! So, you know, it'd be a lot
harder to right from Anakin's point of view, since really I have no idea what
he or any other man for that matter think of except, yeah. So, guys, help me
out here! LOL The ladies know what I am talking about! :-) Anyways, remember to
review!!!! And may the force be with you! The force of reading and reviewing that is!
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Thunder in the Night
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~By Ricco Ragazza~
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A crack
of thunder interrupts my dreams of fantasy as I lay sleeping in a bead that is
much too big for only one person. I sit up suddenly and hold my breath; turning
my head half way around to look out my window. My bed is against the wall,
right in front of the window, so I shift around a little to see better. Rain
pelts the glass of the window viscously, and I see that I accidentally left the
window a crack open. It must not have been raining long before I awoke, because
the window sill isn't that wet, yet.
As I turn
all the way around and sit on my knees so that I can shut the window, another
roll of thunder cracks and makes me jump. I clench my teeth, angry that I let
thunder scare me so. I quickly shut the window, latch the top and fight to get
back under my blanket. Now I can't sleep, all I can do is stare blankly at my
white ceiling.
I lay
flat, my arms at my sides, just staring at the ceiling. Waiting; waiting for
more lightening that would flash across my ceiling. Lightening brings thunder,
and I want to be prepared for the next crack of thunder; I want to be ready,
and not scared. Thunder never used to get to me, it does now for some reason
and I really don't know why. The sound of rain smashing against the roof sounds
more like hail than water, I don't know how I will ever be able to drift back
off to the wonderful land of sleep I have just came from.
Lying
still, almost too still, I stare at the dark ceiling with dread. Lightening
flashes across my ceiling suddenly and I cringe; waiting for the evil sound of
what will follow. I wait, and I wait; nothing, not a sound. Then, right when I
relax my muscles and think there will be no sound and let down my guard,
CRRRSHHH! I scream, a short scream; I cover my mouth before I can drown out all
thought. It scared me, or more along the lines of it scared me near to death.
I sit up
and take a look around my dark and shadowy room. Some objects cast menacing
shadows on the floor, others no shadow at all. Everything is here and in the
place it always is; to the right my closet, to the left my door, and everything
in between. Yet, it feels so barren, cold, empty; I don't understand these feelings,
for about a second. This room is too big, I want a smaller room, this one makes
me feel so small, and lonely.
I look
over at my dresser which is in front of my bed, and I see lightening in its
mirror. I clench my teeth and tighten my shoulders, thinking that it would be
just a normal crack of lightening; I was wrong. It cracked so loud my ears rang
for seconds later, and I could feel my bed shake, after I was sitting on it
again that is. I jumped, and gave myself a headache from cringing and clenching
my teeth so hard.
I want to
scream, but that won't make this lightening go away any faster. I can't take it
anymore in this room; there are far too many memories here. I slide out of bed
to the hard marble floor, which strangely enough isn't very cold, just mildly
cool. My white silk nightgown falls from
where it was tangled at my knees to the floor. I'm not tall enough, and it
drags on the floor as I walk.
Right as
I am about to open my door I have some instinct to turn around; right as I do
so I see three stems of lightening. I just stand there, too surprised to do
anything; until I hear that unsatisfying CRRRCK! I yank my head down a little
and am taken aback by the loud noise. I turn around and face the dark wood
door, and stare at it for a moment. I crumple my face up, and slap the door
with my hand as hard as I can. I guess it's the only way I can get my anger
out, there really isn't thing else to do about being scared to death by stupid
thunder.
Now my
hand stings; great. Self inflicted pain feels satisfying in a sick way, I don't
really know why. I take a deep breath and straighten my shoulders. I turn the
door knob quickly; I have got to get out of this room before I go totally
crazy. I walk out the door hurriedly and into the big open hall of a palace.
Turning and slamming the door, I then press my back against it and slide all
the way down until I am sitting on the hard floor.
This hall
is also too big, why must everything here belittle me? The high dark ceiling,
the other dark wooded doors; how can anyone else sleep during such a storm?
They must be even crazier than I, which is very hard for me to believe. My gaze
falls to the white marble floor; this palace is too majestic, I wish I lived
back in a farm house with my parents…
All I can
do is sit here, I know this door isn't very thick, and I will be able to hear
and feel the thunder. I don't know why my legs won't move, I am just stuck,
sitting on the floor with my knees pressed to my chest. I don't know why I am
so terrified to move; not moving won't stop the thunder. Get up! Move your
legs! I scream at myself inside my head, but my body won't listen to my brain
and here I sit.
Right as
start to sigh, I am cut off by a roll of thunder that seems almost right on top
of me. A scream escapes my lips and I press my eyelids together tighter than I
ever would have thought possible; this time I can't stop it; can't cover my
mouth; I can't move. I just scream for what seems forever, until out of
nowhere, for no reason; I stop.
When I stop
screaming, I jump up to my feet. I start running; where to I don't know, I am
just going to run until I'm not scared anymore. After about a few feet of
running my nightgown gets tangled with my feet and I am now thrown to the
floor. My knees catch my fall; then my body slaps the floor. I don't move; I
just lay here not fighting the pain that is screaming all over my hurt body.
I am
tired of being afraid of thunder; I know now why I'm so scared, I'm scared of
what thunder is; electricity screaming. The thought of anything electric makes
me think of a man; of a man that is now a machine, who is inside screaming. A
man that I used to love; come to think of it I used to like to watch thunder
storms, too.
I sit up
onto my aching knees and quickly get to my feet. I stand staring off to the end
of the long hall. At the end of the hall there is a door; a door. I will face
my fear; I will go out into the night by myself and face these fears that chase
me, I will run no longer.
I frown
deeply as I walk as quick as you can without running; forgetting that my knees
have been scraped and my body bruised. As I reach the door I straighten my
body, and without thinking I push the door open and come out into the rain and
lightening; and the thunder.
Rain hits
me hard, I was right it is rain mixed with hail; but that matters nothing to me
now.
"Do you
like scaring me? Haunting my dreams?! I'm tired of you! Go and torture someone
else!" I scream into the night as loud as I can, and right as finish talking
the biggest lightening strike of all smashes a nearby tree, but this time I
just stare back defiantly.
EN~ Sorry if you didn't get it,
Amidala was afraid of the sound of thunder because it reminded her of Anakin.
Her bed was too big for two people ::hint hint:: Anakin left her. Sorry, it was
kinda shrouded in mystery! Please review, though. I will review your fics, beta
read, whatever you need me to do! Just please review!