Hi! I don't know if I want to erase this story or not. Just want to have some peer editing of sorts right now. I don't car if the reviews are flames I take it as constructive criticism so bash it all you want. I'll just know what needs to be changed, or doesn't quite make sense.

Anyways Enjoy hope you like it.

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Walking home from buying groceries you catch your reflection in a broken mirror on the ground. You stop and stare at yourself. You can't believe that what's looking back at you is actually you. Whatever it is still looks the same but pale and thin, not what a sixteen year old should look like. The hazel eyes a swirl of light brown, a feral looking yellow, green, and blue still look the same. The angles of the face are the same except for the fact that they seem to jut instead of curve and that it looks like it hasn't been washed in years. The hair would be the same long, wavy, honey blonde with natural red and blonde highlights if it wasn't covered in dirt and grease. The body is the only thing that really looks different. It's all angles and protruding bones instead of nice rounded curves.

The person in the mirror is still roughly 5'7", but instead of a healthy 125 pounds it's all skin and bones. You still can't believe that after only three years this is what you've become. Well you guess it isn't that unbelievable but still it's more of the truth and you can't handle it. It's just hinting more at the fact that you have to get away from your abusive family even though you have nowhere else to go. You console yourself that it has gotten better; you aren't getting beaten everyday anymore, and the fact that he told you not to leave no matter what. Your stepparents and sister (twisted I know) have made you their slave that they didn't have to pay for. You do everything for them and in return they keep you at the brink of death. Giving nothing more than they have to, which isn't much.

Jolting back to reality you realize, as you start walking again, you picked the worst spot to stop and daydream about better days when your real father was alive, the Vipers territory. You aren't in a gang but you were at the wrong place at the wrong time when they were stealing from their rival gang, the Rattlesnakes. So whenever you go through here you make sure not to stop.

As you round the next corner you hear them behind you and see them in front of you far too late to run. You don't want to hurt anyone but they don't care that you don't want to. They take it as a weakness to use against you. There are ten of them, five in front and five in back of me. You see they upped the odds against you since the last time when they had sent only five to take you out.

"What do you want from me?"

"We just want to talk to you." One of them said sarcastically.

"Yeah we just want to talk." Another one agreed. You just growl at him.

Slowly setting your groceries down you wait for them to attack, which finally happens from the front and back, one on each side. You wait for just the right moment before jumping up and doing a spinning kick and hear the satisfying crack of their necks to take them both out. You barely touch down before four more are on you. You take the slow ones out by quickly dropping to a crouch and spinning with one leg out tripping three. The last one jumps out of the way and lands a quick kick to the face before retreating. You quickly recover and take out the three downed Vipers with a small, dull dagger from your boot.

That round leaves two behind you and three in the front. Before you have time to look for a way out the two behind you fall to the ground, dead before they hit, from an unknown cause. The unknown cause soon makes itself known. It, or rather he, is a handsome young Padawan. Before he says a word you pick up the dropped groceries and charge the three Vipers in front of you quickly dispatching them and running. But before you get to the next alley he does the one thing you were afraid he would. He tried to make a mind-to-mind connection with you. You stop as many of your built in defense systems so he isn't killed from the mental force. You stumble to the ground as you take most of the mental blows setup to block intruders from your mind. You start to painfully make your way home with the groceries so you don't get beaten for being late with dinner.

But before you make it around the next corner your conscience hits you like a sledgehammer and you realize you can't leave him here. The Vipers will be here any minute and kill him on the spot. You reluctantly turn around and head back and lift him up over your shoulder and head for home. It's going to be hard to get him up to the attic but you think you can manage it if you sneak in the back.

You make it to your house, through the back door, up the stairs to the attic, and laid him on the bed before you collapse from exhaustion. You look out the window to the west and see the sun about an hour from sunset. You scramble down the stairs and into the kitchen. You have less than an hour to get a seven-course meal prepared and you don't know how you're going to do it. But you have to or no dinner.

You scramble to get everything set on the table, running back and forth from the dining room and the kitchen before you are finally satisfied that everything is the way it should be. Your step mom will still find something to fault you with, but because it's more of a habit than the fact that there is actually something wrong. You ring the dinner bell that tells the house that the food is ready.

You go into the kitchen and pick up the salad plus the dressing and head out to the dining room where your stepfamily is already sitting. You go around the table starting with your step dad and serve the salad and politely ask if they would like dressing. When you have finished you wait by the door. When they are about to finish you go and get the next course. After the you serve the dessert you wait for them to finish and leave the table before you hurry to clean the table and do the dishes while eating what scraps that have been left on their plates.

You were surprised that your stepfamily did not say one thing to you during the whole dinner. Usually they ridicule you about something. It could mean they are happier than usual or they are waiting for a better opportunity to vent their anger. You hope it's the former.

After cleaning up in the kitchen you make your way to the attic. When you get to the last flight of stairs you here the pitter patter of feet in your room and remember that you had brought the Padawan home.

You quietly, but quickly, run back down the stairs and get some of the left over pot roast. You don't dare take too much or you'll get beat for stealing when your step mom checks the food. You bound back up the stairs and cautiously open the door to your room. As you open the door fully the young man turns towards you at the creaking of the door. You walk in and shut the door while offering him the food you brought. He looks at you and asks, "Who are you, why am I in an attic, what happened to me and why can't I feel the Force?"

In a whisper you reply, "This is my room, I have blocked you from using the Force, nothing happened to you, and you must leave immediately before my family finds you. Please don't talk so loud." You lie a little so as not to give him to much information.

"I will not leave until all my questions are answered. First off, why do you have a lightsaber?" You gasp as he pulls your real father's lightsaber out. You quickly make a grab at it but he pulls it away before you can lay a hand on it.

You yell at him to give it back, abandoning all thought of your stepfamily hearing you. You hear feet pounding up the stairs. While the man is distracted by the noise you grab the lightsaber from him and start pushing him towards the window. You open the window and push him out.