Chapter 4
Bloody Murder
Natashia spends the rest of the day in her room.
"I hate him! I hate him!" Natashia screamed throwing a book against the wall. "I just want to kill him!"
She threw two more books at the wall and sat down where she was. This was the second time today she got in a fight with him. She knew she shouldn't get angry, but couldn't help it. It is his fault, not mine. He is the jerk who started the whole thing! She stopped her thoughts and remembered all that Obi-Wan had ever said to her. If you would only give it a chance! Me a chance! She looked away in horror. She was terrible. He made her cry quite a few times in front of her. Why can't you understand anything! Natashia's eyes tightened……… Don't worry, you will do fine. If you feel you need help come to me. Don't be afraid. Never be afraid to talk to me……and relax. Over all Obi-Wan was good to her.
She got up and let her head lay against the wall. It's my fault. She started to break out into tears of the thought of all the things she did to Obi-Wan. Not just that day, but her entire life. She was lucky to have him as a Master. Others thought that too, but to her, it was a burden.
She smashed her head against the wall and melted down to the floor. But I can't talk to him. I have done too much. I have dug too deep of a grave.
She couldn't talk to her Master. She was dead afraid to. If she did, he would come down on her so hard as if there was no tomorrow. He talks to me as if I'm a Master. A Jedi Master. She always denied it though.
A tear came down, and another. She started to cry furiously now along with occasional sniffles and murmurs. She gave her body in to her fear and depression.
Obi-Wan was laying in his bed, but got up. He wanted to talk to Natashia. He knew it was too late to do that though, it was midnight. He kept on having disturbing dreams about her. Dreams that he never wanted to come true.
I love this girl to death. Why does she hate me? He sat still for moment, quieting his mind. Because I don't show it. He didn't show his feelings that he loved her ever, only in stuff that would be kind of covered up. She doesn't even know I like her. The only feelings I have shown towards her are anger, and hate. I am a horrible example to her, perfect to others. He thought about it more, and more, and pushed it away. He needed to go to sleep, but didn't want to. He feared the dreams of which he could have.
I really don't want to go to sleep, even though I'm so tired. The dreams……….. they are not nice little dreams about butterflies and unicorns, although I would never dream about those things. Obi-Wan laughed and pulled the covers over him. They are terrible one. Ones about Natashia. About her- No I can't think about them anymore. They are only dreams, nothing more. They can't kill me. Obi-Wan shut his eyes tight and thought about the dreams of Natashia. Ones of death, lies, and no mercy. He pushed the thought away again. No, she can't- He stopped in the thought and feel asleep.
A mysterious figure came up to him. He could not see it's face, for a hood was covered by it. All around him was dark, silent. A creepy silent. The person stepped forward on step, and another step, until it was a yard away from him. Something was in it's hand. Before he could think, a knife was driven into his head and pulled out with blood gushing all over the floor. It held up the weapon and said, "You will no longer be over me." It kneeled down and made sure Obi-Wan was dead. He was a goner. It slowly rose and kicked the dead body. It burned Obi-Wan's dead body, right before the cruel person. It put out the fire and slowly put back it hood so you could see its face. It was-