Disclaimer: I still don't own anything……except parts of the plot.
Darth Yak: You were first to review my story…thank you so much….and I haven't read any other SW fics with AIDS either!
As Anakin stood in the bathroom, he watched his reflection carefully. His right hand held a knife and his left hand held pain killer. He had swallowed the whole bottle of pain killer about an hour ago and felt the drowsiness start to kick in.
Tears stained Anakin's young face as he watched the mirror. He lifted up the knife to study its long delicate features. He placed the sharp edge above the brightest blue vain in his left wrist he could find. He tried to push down but couldn't bare the pain. He soon remembered why he was holding the knife there and pushed down as hard as he could until he reached the bone. He screamed in pain and thanked himself that he locked the door. Soon enough he couldn't feel his whole left arm. His head soon pounded repeatedly with pain; like someone was inside of his head beating the inside with a hammer. His eyes were trying to close but he wouldn't let them which just added to the pain. Before letting his eyes close, he saw blackness anyway. He let his eyes close and sat on the floor, soon laying down. He held the letter he wrote to Padme on his heart and slowly let his life go.
Padme finally got into the bathroom and saw her husband laying on the floor, half his body covered in almost dried blood as dark as her hair. He held a piece of paper onto his heart. She screamed with fright that soon became hate and sorrow. She bent down to pick up the piece of paper and it read:
Padme,
I'm sorry I had to do this. I love you and always will. But without my master I am incomplete. I must be with him, I love him, he wasn't only my master but my best friend and my second father. I love you and I'm very sorry. I hope the children, Leia and Luke, grow up to become great people and hopefully Luke will make it into the Jedi. I'm sorry.
-Anakin
She screamed and beat the walls with her fists and soon her hands were slightly bleeding. She soon regained composure and left the room to see Corde.
Darth Yak: You were first to review my story…thank you so much….and I haven't read any other SW fics with AIDS either!
As Anakin stood in the bathroom, he watched his reflection carefully. His right hand held a knife and his left hand held pain killer. He had swallowed the whole bottle of pain killer about an hour ago and felt the drowsiness start to kick in.
Tears stained Anakin's young face as he watched the mirror. He lifted up the knife to study its long delicate features. He placed the sharp edge above the brightest blue vain in his left wrist he could find. He tried to push down but couldn't bare the pain. He soon remembered why he was holding the knife there and pushed down as hard as he could until he reached the bone. He screamed in pain and thanked himself that he locked the door. Soon enough he couldn't feel his whole left arm. His head soon pounded repeatedly with pain; like someone was inside of his head beating the inside with a hammer. His eyes were trying to close but he wouldn't let them which just added to the pain. Before letting his eyes close, he saw blackness anyway. He let his eyes close and sat on the floor, soon laying down. He held the letter he wrote to Padme on his heart and slowly let his life go.
Padme finally got into the bathroom and saw her husband laying on the floor, half his body covered in almost dried blood as dark as her hair. He held a piece of paper onto his heart. She screamed with fright that soon became hate and sorrow. She bent down to pick up the piece of paper and it read:
Padme,
I'm sorry I had to do this. I love you and always will. But without my master I am incomplete. I must be with him, I love him, he wasn't only my master but my best friend and my second father. I love you and I'm very sorry. I hope the children, Leia and Luke, grow up to become great people and hopefully Luke will make it into the Jedi. I'm sorry.
-Anakin
She screamed and beat the walls with her fists and soon her hands were slightly bleeding. She soon regained composure and left the room to see Corde.