A/N: So next chapter. This one doesn't have any trigger warnings, just people saying mean things.

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If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see, I'll be the light to guide you.

Chapter 2:

Everything was black.

Most people say that when it is really, really dark, but around Ahsoka, it was really - completely - black.

It wasn't the type of black you see when it is night out and you don't have any lights on, where you feel like cuddling up in your blankets and drinking hot chocolate and sleeping or maybe looking up to the stars. That was a comfortable black. It was a welcome dark.

But Ahsoka was surrounded by the dark where you start feeling nervous and watched. It was the type of black where you feel like you aren't alone in the dark. Like when you go home late at night through dark alleys alone and know, if someone attacked you now, you wouldn't get away. Where every sound feels like it's suffocating you and every fear you've ever had comes rushing back.

Ahsoka always thought of herself as brave. She knew that she was and everyone who ever made her acquaintance knew that. Her closest friends where the ones who saw her get scared every now and then, yet through every fear she was brave. You can't be not brave if you go to war everyday as a 15 year old and lead soldiers double your age, couldn't not be brave if you're a jedi and your job is to protect the weak.

Ahsoka knew and believed all of that, yet Ahsoka had never been so scared.

She couldn't see anything. It was black.

That was when the voices started. It began as a simple whisper that even her Togruta hearing couldn't understand. It got louder after a while and she could make out voices. Some sounded like the voices of her friends - Anakin, Rex, Master Kenobi, Padme - and hearing them started out as comforting, until she heard what they were saying. Then she startet hearing other voices that sounded more like her enemies - Ventress and Cad Bane.

Ahsoka was scared.

"You were forced on me. I didn't choose you. I don't want you. Ahsoka Tano, you are a burden!"

"...Anakin?" Ahsoka voice sounded off to even herself, but she wasn't focusing on that. All her concentration went to focusing on the voices - the hurtful, mean voices of the people she thought loved her and held her dearest.

"That is a Little girl. A minor. She shouldn't be leading us clones. She killed so many of us"

..Rex?

"I gave her to Anakin as a revenge, I didn't think he'd keep her this long. Ahsoka is a joke. I can't believe she actually thinks we are proud of her. Ha!"

Master Obi-wan...?

"Skywalkers little pet is really only that, a pet. That is the only thing she is useful for, she would make a great slave."

Ahsoka ignored Cad Banes taunts. They didn't matter to her. All she could focus on were her friends. The people she thought she knew, she thought that knew her.

"Anakins padawan is so annoying. She thought she could save me from a bounty Hunter. In the end I got shot anyway so she failed."

"She is a naive child."

"...a disappointment."

"I should send her back. She isn't funny anymore. Joke's up."

"...failure."

"...mistake."

Ahsoka tried to shut the voices out. She closed her ears and tried to remind herself that she was loved and tried to remember the times her family told her she was loved and worthy of love, but the voices corrupted each one of those memories. Ahsoka had tears running down her eyes but she didn't care anymore. Something in her gave up. She fell to her knees and her eyes were blank except for the tears streaming out of them, void of any color.

Everything was black.

All she could do was sit there and listen to her friends and enemies talk about her. Curse her. Tell her about everything that she was and that she wasn't. And Ahsoka believed them. If she really were strong, why couldn't she save everyone? Wasn't it her job as a jedi to help the weak? How can she save the weak when she was the weak herself?

I really am a disappointment, aren't I? What have I done that wasn't a failure?

The voices didn't quit after her revelation. They really didn't care about her. It was Ahsokas personal hell. Her personal panic room, where every single fear she has ever had proves to be true. She really was all that they said.

Worthless.

"Ugh, she is such a waste of space"

"Why do good men not come back but that obnoxious child does?"

"Ahsoka..."

"How dumb can a person be?"

"Ahsoka."

"How useless can a girl be?"

"Ahsoka, listen to me. Only me."

Slowly Ahsoka noticed the new voice. It was her master. She didn't want to listen anymore. His words hurt the most yet something told her this voice was different. He seemed like he... cared?

"Ahsoka, you are not dumb or worthless. You are so incredibly smart and amazing and thoughtful. You amaze me every single day when you do things without a second thought that men older than you would never do. Please. Wake. up."

For the first time in what felt like hours Ahsoka used her voice. The voices where fading into the background and all she heard was the voice of her kinder, older brother.

"...Anakin?"

She heard a small laugh in the back of her head. "Yeah Snips, it's me. You have to wake up now."

Oh.

Oh.

Ahsoka opened her eyes and saw a worried and sad Anakin smiling down at her. He was sitting at her bedside and had both his hands on her shoulders, holding her tight and upright. She noticed that she had tears running down her face. She was crying. Then, looking around, she saw that Anakin too had tears in his eyes. Ahsoka immediately worried.

"Are you okay, Skyguy?"

Anakin laughed a small huff. He moved forward and hugged her. It was a tight hug. His arms were around her completely and she moved to hug him back just as tightly. She noticed his chin resting in the space right between her montrals, like it was made to fit there.

"I should be asking you that. I heard the voices in you dream. Ahsoka, no one, not a single one of those people think like that of you. Except maybe Ventress, but she is a bald witch so what does she know. But everyone else does not think of you like that. Especially not me. I love you to death and I'd do anything for you - and you don't jedicode me. I don't care. I care about you. You amaze me every single day."

Ahsoka was sobbing in his nightshirt but he didn't seem to mind.

"Thank you, Skyguy."

He pulled her in his lap and wrapped a blanket around them, as Ahsoka slowly calmed down, still holding tightly to Anakin. Gently stroking her back and placing kisses all over her forehead, Ahsoka felt safe and loved.

She noticed it was dark in her room. But not the type of dark that was cold and uninviting. Not the type of dark that made you think of every fear and had shivers running up your back.

No, it was the kind of dark that was warm. Ahsoka noticed a moon and stars outside her window, noticed every blanket and pillow around her.

Tightening her grip on Anakin, she noticed that she really liked this type of black.

A/N: So if you didn't understand the connection between the lyric and my story, I thought that Ahsoka was lost in the dark (her nightmare) and Anakin was the light that helped her out of it.

See you next time :)