Author's note: Hello guys. this chapter is pretty much Anakin being depressed and deprived of everything. It is short. I know. I added it last second. sorry. also, sorry about grammar and capitalization... not too good at that. It is a working progress.
Chapter four: Anakin's per.
They had tried to force him to eat. He refused. They had tried to stick a feeding tube down him. He pulled it out. Obi Wan had given him a stern talking to, which he ignored, wallowing in his own self pity. Day's turned into night's which turned into Day's, and Anakin refused. Refused to eat. refused to sleep. Refused to talk. Refused to put down his mental barriers. He didn't think Obi Wan knew he had heard, but he had. Today Mace was coming down. And was going to force him to sleep and eat. Else he would be expelled. But he didn't care… he was a broken Jedi with a broken life. Anakin didn't care if he died. Didn't care if he was expelled. Didn't care if his head hurt, or if he desperately needed sleep, or if he was starving. This was what he got for letting ahsoka die. This is what he got for not acting sooner. Doing the wrong thing.
Nothing made sense anymore. Obi Wan nagged him to sleep while getting none himself. Padme was away on a mission- not by his side.
He didn't even hear Mace enter the room.
Mace per.
The first thing Mace noticed when entering Young Skywalker's room was the immense amount of pain radiating off him. Mace almost collapsed.
"Skywalker."
Anakin turned over, his face pale, something wasn't right.
"Skywalker, are you alright?' Anakin looked dangerously thin, and Mace could sense he was relying heavily on the force to merely stay awake. Anakin moaned, leaned over the side and reached his stomach acid out.
"Get help…" he said faintly.
This scared Mace.
For anakin to be asking for help, it must be pretty bad.
Deadly maybe even.
