Things were happening. And by things I meant I was getting rocked around like all the furniture in my solitude. It was day whatever since I had been locked away like a prisoner for having feelings for a monster. I guess that should be a warning. Maybe Kylo should have a label in a big red box saying "no touchy or bad things happen like getting locked in a room and going crazy". That might be a little long for a label but the point would be made.
The dresser keeps sliding one way, then the other. I try to hold on the only bolted thing in the room, the bed. Even then, my body is swishing from one side to the other while the lights flicker. Out my window, all I see are man-made lights in the distance. An alarm keeps going off and on.
The piercing loud cracks reverberate through the walls every few seconds. And they sound like it getting closer.
"Get out!" I hear shouted through the room by the distinctive voice that had refused to even mutter a word. "Get out now! Go to the ship bay now! Rey run!" The commands come one after the other and I am somehow, someway calmed by that voice. He finally talked to me. Someone finally talked to me. I hated his commands. I hated how he thought he could control me. I hated myself for wanting to hear his voice.
I was barely holding on the bed and got tossed to the window. My back against the glass as another sound rippled through the walls. Like an animal who had just been born, I wobbled my way to my door, trying to grab onto anything that could help me. Holding onto the door handle with my body parallel to the ground, I finally opened the door. The door opened inward and I flew against the wall. The door started swinging back and forth. This was becoming an obstacle course. This was an escape and my body was becoming weaker and weaker with every struggle.
I know I am not a damsel in distress and I know I can make it out of this stupid door. I crawl against the wall. I am thrown against the floor. I held my hand out to not get slammed by the door coming straight at me. I took a few needed deep breaths, got up from my hands and knees, and walked out the door.
Now which was was the ship bay? I hadn't really been 'allowed' to explore the ship in my solitude. Right or left? Right or Left? Right or… A body pushed into me and we ran left.
"Go." Was all he said behind me. Lights were flickering red then white. The walls down were lined with holes. Some people in their white suits were lying on the floor. I slowed down only to notice the amount of carnage through this hall. Then down the next. Fear pushed through me like a drug and I didn't know where I was running but I was running. He would only say right or left or faster with a little push on my back. He was running behind me.
The shuttle bay was pure chaos. Small ships flying out but none flying back into the bay. Everytime one would go out pieces would start flying. I look at Kylo, no mask, and his face calculating and concerned. It seemed like time was just passing by and grinding metal kept the sound shifting through. He looked at me and said "Lets go". It was final. I didn't know what the finality of it meant. I just wanted to get out of there. And this time I followed him gladly. He walked slow, purposefully. His breath still hitched from running. He was looking for something. I could have picked a hundred different ships but he was looking for the right one.
Of course, it is the most ridiculous looking one with giant wings. Two huge cannons on each side. We walk in and it is much bigger than I thought it would be. "You'll help me fly." He looked at me and continued forward. The door closing behind us. Two seats at the front and he had already taken his place on the left. The sound of the ship was silent and stealth compared the loud cacophony outside. I grabbed the wheel in front of me and everything else came naturally. Not quite like a memory but an instinct.
The smaller ships were still buzzing out of the bay, like an endless army. We lifted off the ground and we flew into the chaotic mess outside. The bays forcefield let us out and immediately we say lasers coming at us. "Hold on" We swerved and used the smaller ships as shields. Are own shields were depleting. It seemed all the fire was heading straight for us. We flew into the open space, uncongested by the smaller ships and we hit hyperspace.
Kylo sighed a deep breath. "It's over."
"What's over? What happened?"
"Everything." He pulled himself off his seat and looked at me with those endless brown eyes, soft and sweet. Something I thought I hadn't seen in forever. "I've made my choice. You have joined me. You know. I let it all die. For you. I killed everything for you."
"You killed…" He was a murderer after all. I was supposed to be a murderer but seeing the bodies on the floor brought me nothing but pain. Never had I seen our stark differences and here they were. Night and day. "For me?" My voice trailing off to silence. He didn't answer but just grabbed my hands and stood me up.
"I will never hurt you." His hands moved up my arms, gently up my neck to my face. "We're free now." I knew what he was going to do next and I avoided his lips coming closer to mine. He starved me. He killed some amount of people. His touch electrocuted my body in all the right ways and I wanted his kiss my mind refused every advance my heart thought was right. He was breaking my heart.
His eyes never left my face. His voice soft, deep asking me why. "You already hurt me. You made me want you. You made me crave your voice, your touch and then you left me for days, starving. I begged. I hated you with everything in my body. Now you want me to innocently let you back in. You already hurt me." I shook my head and walked to the back of our ship flying through space.
I was shaking. I wanted his hands around me comforting me and I also never wanted to see him again. I laid on the bunk and fell asleep in the room.
The clink of the plate drifted my eyes open. A large piece of bread laid before me. I knew it was there but ate it so fast I was surprised it was all gone. I never looked up. I ate the bread and stared at the ground. I knew if he was so close again I wouldn't reject him. My dreams had made sure of that. My needs for him were still there even though he was sometimes awful.
Wait... we weren't moving.