I took off the dress and threw it to the ground once I got into my guest room.
It was a green gown, almost resembling the forest in a way.
My mom even made me wear makeup. I wiped it all off and threw the wipes to the ground.
My lightsaber was with my mom and if I had it, this room would be destroyed. Xach could come in his casual clothes. Why wasn't I enough?
I felt the darkness creep in the back of my mind again.
I fell to my knees and grabbed at the carpet, holding back a scream. My blood was boiling up my arms and my head pounded.
It felt horrifying but for some odd reason, after it left I was addicted to the feeling of it in my head.
That's what I haven't been telling my parents and I hide it so well.
I've been on and off with the Dark side. I don't know why. I've learned about both sides and to accept them. Both my mother and father never chose a side. They defend the Force together.
But I want more of this new feeling, and I know I shouldn't. My parents have warned me of what comes if you follow the Dark side.
When I slept, I could never tell if it was going to a nightmare or a good dream.
I fell asleep anyways because I was numb from the crying and the pain I felt all day.
I wiped at my cheek before pointing a saber down at someone.
We were running from old ships my father talked about. TIE fighters?
I tripped and landed in the next scene.
I stood up and saw his eyes. There were dark, almost black but very mysterious.
"Beautiful eyes," I said.
I was looking down at something and watched myself cry.
"No!" Someone screamed.
I sat up. My hair stuck to the back of my neck.
I knew if I went to my father, he'd just say the same thing he always does. He gets it but I shouldn't be tempted.
I walked into the bathroom and wiped the tears and sweat away with a towel.
I banged my hand on the counter and looked up at myself. My reflection almost mocked me.
I ran out to the landing port where the Falcon was. The night breeze was welcoming.
My chest was burning and I noticed I was hyperventilating. I was never going to be enough for them. I wasn't their perfect child they wanted. At least they had that in Xach. How long did it take them to notice I wasn't in the little family reunion? They probably didn't.
I can't be myself as long as I'm here. They're holding me back. I'm weak in their eyes, I can tell.
Sometimes we should accept the darkness within us. I have an absence of light. Why do I need it anymore?
I went back inside and changed. I put my hair up and packed a bag full of credits, food, and clothes. I was about to leave my room when I forgot one thing: my lightsaber.
I groaned, dropping my loaded bag on the ground and tiptoeing out.
Their bedroom door was never locked yet tonight it was for some reason.
They knew! They knew all along!
My anger flared as I used the Force, hearing the lock click open.
My throat was dry. I slipped in slowly and felt around the room with the Force before I found it.
"Now Padmé, I don't want you to do another one of your flare ups just because Xach says something stupid."
"But mom-"
"No. This is a vacation. We haven't seen your father in a while."
I followed her out to the ship. "But if there's an attack? I need my lightsaber!"
"Then I'll give it to you."
My head started pounding. It was looming in the back.
"Oh so Xach gets to take his and be the hero all the time," I mumbled.
My mother spun around. "What?"
I went up the ramp, ignoring her.
And there they were. Sleeping in bed together. My father had an arm over my mom's waist. I began creeping towards the 'fresher.
Why would she put it in a cabinet with the towels?
I plucked it out and began walking away when I heard movement.
I hid my signature so fast, it wasn't even funny.
I slid inside their closet and hid. Someone was awake. I could hear my heart ready to expose me.
Xach opened the unlocked door I left for him and turned the lights on.
"Ben! Rey! Wake up!"
My mother shifted in the sheets and my father rubbed his eyes.
"Xach? What the hell? Do you know how late it is?"
"Padmé's gone!"
She had him watching me like a hawk. She didn't trust me. Neither of them did.
Their bedroom door locked, her taking my lightsaber, him watching me. I can't believe these people.
My mother ran to the 'fresher and found what was missing.
"No..."
In my hand now.
My father got up and ran out, my mother right behind him. Xach stood there for a moment before walking in a circle and running a hand through his hair several times.
"Dammit."
He walked out.
I waited a few more minutes after Xach left. I heard the Falcon take off.
I walked out casually and went to my room to get my bag.
I knew I wouldn't get away that easily.
"How are you planning on leaving?"
A chill ran through me and I shuddered. When I turned around, my grandmother was standing with Xach.
I should kill him.
My lip twitched in fury. I was ready to end this.
"Padmé, I'll call your parents and we'll have this settled."
My grandmother walked away and I glared at Xach.
"How did you-"
"I heard you get up."
My chest was heaving. The only way out of this was with violence.
"I need to go."
I started walking away but he held out an arm in front of me.
"No. You're staying here."
I closed my eyes, letting a breath out before turning around. I dropped my bag and lifted an elbow back. I spun around, punching him in the gut and kicking my foot up behind his leg.
He was on the ground. I picked up my bag and stepped over him.
The front door slammed and locked in front of me.
I felt his arm go around my shoulders, pulling me back.
My body bent forward, flipping him over me.
He was back on his feet again.
Almost instantly he grabbed me by my arms.
"Stay. For me. Please."
Stay for a man that got everything I ever wanted? Stay for a man that the entire system adores?
I kneed him in the groin and he hunched over. My hand reached down for my bag before whamming him in the face with it.
My grandmother came back in, glancing between both of us. I gripped my bag tighter before sprinting out.
A stormtrooper confronted me as I ran out.
"Miss Padmé-"
I stabbed him through, picking up his blaster. A few more stormtroopers came running to the commotion.
I shot them down.
It was for the best.
I ran past them to the pilot's seat in my dad's shuttle.
Tracking had to be off. I hid my Force signature again and went off into lightspeed immediately.
I didn't know what I was doing other than following the Force.
