Ahsoka quickly took an apple and left the quarters when Anakin came into it. They had not spoken to each other for a month. They were not even been on a joint mission. Anakin had tried to talk often with Ahsoka, but either she had ignored him or they have quarreled again.

She bit into the apple, she had left the room. She sighed as Terry ran down her away.
Terry tried to persuade all the time Ahsoka to converse normally with Anakin. But she had no interest. It had to be a great quarrel between them when they are not even looked at each other.

Ahsoka continued to ignore that Terry talking to her. She did not apologize. She got on her nerves, that he was so overprotective. She was no longer a youngling. She had everything under control. Probably it was the front where Anakin was afraid ... That he could not control her.

She know he is a respected person, but ...
She sighed again and went without the response from Terry respect to the garden of the guards.
Ahsoka did not matter that she would lose Terry. Actually nobody wanted her really to be here.
Ahsoka was sure that they would not even notice if she was not there anymore.

She went through the secret gang down to the cave. She turned and lay down under the weeping willow. She looked towards the new wing on her tail. Anakin had done good work, but that excuses nothing.

But he had really just made a mistake? She laid her head on the front legs and sighed.
What if it was all her fault?
'Child, it was him. He has controlled you and taken as a slave. He is the culprit. '
said a male voice in her head. She was confused and slightly shook her head in order to forget it.

She snapped her eyes open, glancing around at the room. She was in her own quarters, with sunlight streaming in through the window. She sat up sleepily, feeling slightly uneasy. She stretched…and saw it. Bruises. Big, purple and black bruises running all the way up her arms. And there were scratches. Long scratches, like cat claws. Her eyes opened wide as she stared at her arms, too shocked to speak. Thin trickles of blood came from her broken skin.

'I need to wash this off,' she thought. She got up, and walked outside her dorm. She needed to get to the restroom and wash her arms off. However, just as she stepped out, she ran into her Master.

"Ahsoka, I'm sorry…what happened?!" He looked down at her arms, his blue eyes wide with shock and fear. "Ahsoka, what did you do?!"

"I don't know, I just…" Suddenly, his words hit her. She glared at him. "What did I do?! You think I did this?!"

He stepped back a little. "I just thought, maybe…"

"Just leave me alone!"

He was confused and shocked at her angry tone. She was practically screaming at him now. "Just leave me alone!"

"Ahsoka, I just want to help…"

"I don't need your help!" She turned, and ran down the hall. "I don't need your help!" she repeated, calling down the hall. "And I don't need you!"

At the exact moment when she said that she does not need him, she felt pain in her arm. She looked down at her arm. A scratch ran like out of nowhere on her arm. She stopped behind a corner. She looked at the scratches, which began to bleed slightly.

She had to wash the blood. She ran down the corridor to the Garter until she arrived in the cave. She knelt down on the lake and held her arms into the water. The blood stained the water little by little red. It confused Ahsoka.

She looked at her reflection in the water which was now red. She saw herself her eyes were turning to gold. She heard the voice of Anakin. He screamed at her. She looked in the mirror the district. Anakin stood before her and yelled at her.

"You're a nothing. A dust bin. Spirit was right in your dreams. I've wasted my time with you. Who do you think you are? A Jedi? A Padawan? Nothing, you're not it defends continued to bear the title ! "

"Stop it! Stop it!" Ahsoka screamed and covered her ears. She crawled away from the water. She was crying. No She would not cry! But she did.

Whatever she had seen in the mirror, ... it was right. She was nothing. She was an uncontrollable monster that it was not struggling to live here.

She felt all the doubt in her. Doubts about her own She got up and climbed into the crown of the weeping willow. Here she wouldn't be see by none.

She looked at her scratches on her arms. Even if they thought Anakin would have something done to herself ... She shook his head and wiped away tears. She pulled her legs and rested her head on her knees.

What was she? Who was she? ...

She felt confused. She was in the Temple, but everything seemed….different. There weren't the usual Padawans and younglings running around the halls, or the Knights and Masters in the war room. She decided to go to the Council and ask what was going on.

As she stood outside the Chambers, she suddenly heard voices. One she immediately recognized – Yoda. The other it took her a while to realize it was Anakin. She was about to enter, when they began talking again.

"Sure about this, are you, Skywalker?" Yoda's voice sounded concerned….sad.

"I'm sure, Master Yoda. I know I said that I thought she could be trained. But I can't. She isn't willing to learn."

Ahsoka's heart dropped into her stomach as she remained with her ears pressed against the Council Chamber's doors, her heart breaking. He wanted to bring her back to the Temple?
Yoda's voice popped up. "Unwilling to do this, I am. Yet, Skywalker, certain, if you are, than perhaps…"

"Master Yoda, I'm pleading with you to take her back. I no longer want her. She's irresponsible, rude, arrogant, defiant, and she's certainly not learning anything." There was a pause as he took his breath. "I don't even think she should be ranked as 'Padawan' any longer…"

Ahsoka sank to the ground, her body shaking, her eyes moist. She didn't want to hear anymore. He was practically begging Yoda to send her back. And not even to be a Padawan! She grabbed the wall as if it were her lifeline to keep her from breaking down. Maybe it was…

"NO!"

Ahsoka bolted upright in bed, her forehead covered in sweat. Her eyes darted around her quarters wildly before she settled down. It was just a dream. She laid back down, and curled up under the sheets. 'It was just a dream,' she told herself. But what if that dream was actually a vision? And what if that vision came true? She couldn't hold herself together any longer. She sunk her head down into her pillow, then cried as if her heart had been shattered.

Outside the door, Anakin leaned against the wall, listening to her sobs. A few of his own tears came to his eyes…he had never felt so alone…helpless.

What if she really didn't need him anymore? … didn't ... want him anymore?

-

Anakin hadn't seen her for a while.
'She must be still in her quarters...'' he thought as he looked at the closed door.
She had screamed in the middle of the night three days ago. He had been sitting in front of her door. Should he have entered? If he had entered, she would have probably screamed at him.

It was evening and the sun had set a few minutes ago. He sat on a chair beside the table with his gaze staring at her door. Wishing that she would come out. He sighed slightly as he stood up and walked slowly to her door. He held his hand in front of the handle, hesitating.

He found his courage and opened the door. The room looked...untouched. Even her bed was untouched. He saw a shadow on the ground, which came from the direction of the window.

It was her.

She sat beside the window. Her knees were pulled to her chest and her head rested on them. She looked outside and watched the drops of the rain rolling down the glass. He saw the faint signs of the scratches at her arms. There were more since the last time he had seen her. He went slowly to her.

"Don't." Her voice was quiet and weak.
"Ahsoka...we need to talk," he said.
"We don't. There is no 'we' or 'us!'...not anymore..." She whispered ' not anymore' so quietly that it was hard for Anakin to hear her, but he could.
"Just leave me alone and search for a Padawan, who is 'perfect' for you."

He was shocked.
"How can you say this? Ahsoka you are..."
She interrupted him.
"I'm not perfect...not to you. Not to anyone. I'm a uncontrollable monster..."

He went to her and knelt down beside her. She didn't even looked at him.
"You aren't a monster. You are the..."
She interrupted him again.
"...the strongest, greatest and powerful girl you've ever met? I'm strong and faithful?" She laughed slightly as she added. "...Not anymore."
"Ahsoka,..." he didn't know what to say. She wasn't herself anymore.
"I'm a disappointment to you...I always was." she said with a short sob.
"You aren't..."
"Of course I am! Look at me! I'm weak! I get scratches from out of nowhere!"

Now she looked at him. Her eyes were filled with tears.
This wasn't the Ahsoka he knew. She took a deep breath before she asked.
"Why can't you just kill me?"

He couldn't believe what he had just heard.
"Ahsoka, you can't wish that from me."
"I already have..." she said with a broken voice and looked away.

"What has this man done to you?"
"This man? It wasn't only him. You said that I'm nothing! That you think that I should no longer be a Padawan! That you..." A tear rolled down her cheek as she continued. "…that you don't want me anymore...And I can understand you. Who would want a Padawan who could kill you if you say the wrong thing?"

"Ahsoka, I have never said something like this! And I will never do that, why should I?!"
"Believe me, you will..." she said, slightly crying.

Was this the moment? Was this the moment to tell her the truth? It had to be. She had to know that someone was there for her, cared for her…loved her. But how?
"I'm not important to anyone..." she said.
At this moment Anakin know what to do. She had to find out his true feelings for her.

"You're important to me..." he said. He put his left hand on her cheek, which was looking away from him. He turned her face to him. He looked directly into her sea-blue eyes. Before he could even think about what he was actually doing, he kissed her.

To his surprise, she kissed back and embraced him slightly. They held their position for a while, until she pulled away. She smiled slightly. She smiled, finally! That was the smile he loved and had missed.

He gathered all his courage as before he said.
"I...I love you."
"I love you, too..." she said quietly, still slightly smiling.

He was so relieved when he heard those four words come out of her mouth. This feeling...he couldn't describe it. He was just so happy that she loved him. She interrupted his thoughts as she embraced him again with a passionate kiss.

He returned the embrace. He hold her close. Trying to give her the feeling of safety. As she pulled away his gaze fall at her arms. Some of the scratches began to heal. He stood up and held his hand down to her. She laid her hand slowly in his and stood up with his help. They went to the living room. They sat down on the sofa and talked about what had happened. But Ahsoka didn't say that she believed that the Voodoo-Man was inside of her. She didn't want him to worry about it.