Once Anakin and Hardeen, (He refused to think of Obi Wan as Hardeen, even with his face back. Obi Wan wouldn't hurt him. hardeen would. Obi Wan was Hardeen.) got back to the temple, Obi Wan pulled him aside. "What was that?!"

Anakin knew perfectly well what Hardeen was talking about. he was referring to when Anakin had dug jis fingers into his arm, and Hardeen had seen him. "What was what?" He said defensively. Obi Wan couldn't do anything if Anakin wouldn't tell him anything. "Why did your mechanical hand grip your flesh arm so hard?" O- Hardeen's eyes became watery.

Lie! all lies!!!

"I've seen it shape metal Anakin. are you-"

"It doesn't matter what I'm doing, Hardeen." Anakin snapped. "You don't care. remeber?" Anakin turned around and stormed down the hall.

"Anakin, wait!" Anakin ignored Hardeen.

just think about how easy it will be to kill yourself in the temple. especially in one of the abandoned spots.

Anakin went into his room and locked the door, clamping down his mental shields. He picked up his utility knife and cut.

Anakin must've cut for a long time, because next thing he knew, Ahsoka was knocking on his door, asking if he was alright. he resured her, telling her he'd be put in a second. just a few more cuts.

Cleaning up the mess of blood, he waited a moment for the cuts to stop bleeding, and came out.

only to find Ahsoka had left him with O- Hardeen.

Anakin gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to squeeze his cuts with his mechanical arm.

"If you think I still trust you enough, to tell you when I'm going sparring, you're wrong. anything more than that is a never." His cuts were a secret he'd take to the grave.

"Anakin, I-"

"I don't care!" Anakin spit. "I just wish you'd leave me alone! I wish you had died! then you-" Wouldn't be able to be disappointed I'm cutting.

"I what?" Obi Wan said, hurt shining in his eyes.

"Nothing. can you please leave."

"Not untill I get an answer."

"Whats your question?"

Obi Wan (Hardeen, but Anakin was too tired to be mad at this point.) sighed. "Are you self harming?"

Anakin nearly froze. even if he saw him, how could he know?! "None of your business. there's your answer. now leave."

"No. I need an actual answer... Anakin, that's not ok." Anakin closed his flesh fist, digging his nails into his hand. it helped a bit.

"Then you need to leave. you don't have my permission to be here."

"I can easily tell the council. and they can easily get the truth. I won't- unless I feel it's needed."

"Go ahead!" Anakin yelled. "Go to your precious council! seems to be the only thing you're good at."

Obi Wan looked at him, then said, "I don't get why you're so upset. A month and you would've been fine." he snapped. Then turned leave.

Anakin stood there frozen. A MONTH?! He had just been cutting, but he needed more. It just wasnt enough to still the ragging ocean of emotions hidden under dura-steel shields. He went into his room, shutting the door. he froze. his utility knife was nowhere in sight. neither was anything else sharp.

Ahsoka.

Anakin ran a hand over his face. give it to Obi Wan to distract him while Ahsoka ravaged his room for anything sharp. he looked down at his mechanical arm... this- incase this happened, he had a razor installed in it. so he cut.

he cut and he cut and he cut.

he cut and didn't stop cutting untill his world was fading into black, and even then, he did a few more cuts.

the pain was strong on his arm, and weak in his head.

it was better.

this was better.