Here's a really long one. Well, really long compared to other chapters. This is sort of a companion to Chapter 15, Haunted. So here, have some Kylo Angst™. This is most likely going to be the only update today.

He couldn't sleep.

The room was too hot, and Kylo could feel moisture build up on every spot that his shirt touched. He raised a hand to the neckline and tugged on it slightly, the fabric sticking to his damp skin, trying to cool down. But it still didn't help.

Kylo sighed, slowly sliding off of the bed and taking off his shirt while walking towards the fresher. He discarded the garment on the floor by the shower and moved to the sink. Turning on the tap, Kylo leaned over the sink and splashed the cold water over his face. He repeated the process again and again until he felt his body temperature go down. By that time, his hair was damp and clinging to his skin.

He chanced a look at his reflection in the mirror and looked down.

Bested by a girl who had never even held a lightsaber!

Kylo touched the scar that curled past his collarbone, the one that served as a painful reminder of his failures. And that's when he started to feel it. The feeling of electricity coursing through him, the fear of punishment and panic welling up in his chest, and he felt like he was drowning. He couldn't breathe.

How is your wound?

That voice snapped him out of his panic. He caught Snoke's gaze and wanted nothing more than to call his lightsaber - call anything - to him, just so he wasn't so defenseless. Kylo moved his hand away from the scar, if only just to keep Snoke from having anything more to comment on.

But that smug expression that was staring back at him was too much. Kylo's hand clenched into a tight fist. He couldn't swing at a ghost, but he sure as hell could hit the pompous face in the mirror.

The glass splintered in numerous directions, sounding with a satisfying crack. It split Snoke's face into five separate segments, and Kylo smashed those in as well until the pieces fell onto the sink in a mix of glass and blood.

Kylo kept hitting the wall where the mirror had resided until he started making dents into the metal. He was breathing harshly, and couldn't hear anything over the sound of blood pulsing.

Hands grabbed him and tugged him away from the mirror. Kylo struggled against the grip that held him and tried to take another swing. There was still glass remaining, and if there was glass there was Snoke's complacent face.

The hands moved to his face, making Kylo flinched when they rested over the scar on his face, and they forced him to look down at Rey. Her eyes were wide, and she could see the mark she gave him on his chest. Kylo tried to find something that could cover it, but after a passing glance, Rey only concentrated on his face. Her hands shook against his cheeks, and it was then that he noticed that she just looked tired.

"Ben..."

She thinks you are weak.

Kylo leaned back against the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the floor. It got Rey's hands off his face, but it left him in a vulnerable position where Snoke was staring down at him.

He ran his fingers through his hair before realizing that his hand was dripping blood. Blood that was now in his hair and on his face.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"He won't stop," Kylo choked out. "I can't make him stop." He grabbed fistfuls of his hair with no regard for the blood staining his hands.

"He's not here, Ben. Snoke's dead."

"He's still here. It isn't over."

I will always be here.

Snoke leered down over him.

Rey knelt in front of Kylo, putting a hand on his knee and squeezing it slightly. "Ben, please."

She pities you.

Kylo pushed away Rey's hand and pulled his knees up to his chest. He couldn't remember the last time he sat in that position, and now that he found himself in it, he couldn't help but feel childish. Yet it was comforting.

"Ben, listen to me," Rey said. Her hand slid up to Kylo's face again, covering the side with the scar. He tried to lean away from the touch, but Rey tightened her grip. "Listen. You need to let him go. Snoke is dead, you made sure of that. He can't hurt you anymore." Her thumb rubbed small circles on his cheek. "Let him go," she pleaded.

Kylo nodded, too tired to fight anymore. Seconds later, he was trapped in a hug. Rey's chin rested on his shoulder and she let out a content sigh.

But Kylo was stuck looking in front of him where Snoke's figure still stood. In his mind, he was pleading for Snoke to go, to leave him alone if only just for the remainder of the night.

A raspy laugh echoed throughout the bathroom. Snoke nodded and took a step forward, and it took everything Kylo had not to flinch away. He closed his eyes and chose to wrap his arms around Rey to stop himself from fidgeting.

Alright. I'll go for now. But remember Kylo Ren. You'll never be rid of me. I will always control you.

When Kylo opened his eyes, Snoke was gone.

His grip on Rey tightened.