So I decided to continue, but as a one-shot series thing. I'm not sure how many I'll do, but as they're all separate, I'll keep it marked as complete.
This one is about Rey and is set right (or maybe a couple of days) before the film.
Rey didn't know what life really meant. Rey's thoughts and feelings before she found Finn (and a little bit after too).
After a year, Rey stopped counting the marks on the walls. She still made them, every day when she got back from Plutt. Every now and then she counted lines, and in each line there were just under 300 marks. There were over 20 lines.
Rey could remember the day she was dropped off here. She could remember where she was before. But remembering wasn't the right word. She could never remember the names or faces, but she could remember colours.
Her mother's hair was brown, her father's hair was also brown. They lived on a planet where the land was green and there were blue seas of water. There was enough water for everyone and more, and it tasted… nice. Not of mud.
Rey was also pretty sure she had a brother, but all evidence of him had been wiped, expect that she shared a room with him, she thought.
But for too long, she had been prisoner on this planet. No one was forcing her to stay but herself. Rey was a pilot and could fly and ship she'd gotten in to, but never had quite had the courage to leave. Still, she could never bare to leave Jakku, a planet home to scavengers, sandstorms and the burning of the sun for most of the day. Rey was convinced that her family would one day come and get her, but the hope lessened with every day.
Her hope would soon be gone.
Rey often wondered what she would do if she had no memories, if she wasn't waiting for them, whoever they were. She dreamed of all the planets she would visit, of all the different species that she might see. She might find someone who would travel with her, or she might travel alone. She might find someone who she actually wanted to talk to. She dreamed of eating real food, which didn't just expand out of water and some powder stuff.
Maybe one day she would change her hairstyle, which she kept the same so that if anyone ever came to find her, they might recognise her.
And if they came, they would tell her about how she was kidnapped, how they never meant to give her up, how they'd been combing every star system ever since she was taken, trying to find her.
They'd tell her their names, if her name was even Rey, all about their home planet. How old she was, her birthday. What her parents did, what her species was called, what language they usually spoke.
Rey had planned their meeting so many times in her head, never knowing if they would ever even meet. She'd imagined too many scenarios to remember, but she only remembered a couple, and even these seemed too fake to ever happen. Every now and then, Rey reminded herself of the truth – that her parents were probably never going to come and find her.
But she couldn't bring herself to leave.
She needed a catalyst, something to make her leave. Someone to convince her that they were never, ever, coming to get her back. She was a grown up, Rey needed to make her own decisions. But she couldn't. She needed to be told what to do.
Rey hardly ever cried now. When she was younger she cried every day, just wishing for one more hug from her mother. But as her hope lessened the crying did too. It was just a waste of water.
Although Rey hated the scavengers and everything they stood for, she was glad that they had found her. She was half dead by that time. They gave her water and clothes when she grew, and although she had to work, she had something to do with her days, as at night, when it was too dark to scavenge, she became extremely bored. And when she couldn't sleep – for Rey, that was the worst.
There was no one to turn to. No one for her to listen to, no one to listen to her. That's what Rey hated the most. The being alone. Not even a droid to keep her company. Rey had no one to turn to, and even when she was occasionally content with her life, maybe when she's pulled in a particularly good haul, it still felt like a failure, because there was no one there to share it with.
Maybe one day it would change. Maybe one day she would be brave enough to change her fate. Maybe it would be today would be the day. Maybe it would be tomorrow. Maybe it would bit next, year or in ten years.
Or maybe it would never happen.
That's the fate Rey decided for herself every time she thought about it, which wasn't very often anymore, as it upset her every time she resigned herself to that fate.
That was a droid – over there, captured. He was struggling, and Rey could hear him. He was calling out! This was it! It was a sign that she'd been waiting for. A sign that thing were going to change.
Maybe that's why she took a trip to the junkyard a bit earlier that day. And that's why she got off the Godforsaken sand planet, with her new little droid, and her new… friend. Companion. Acquaintance. Crewmate. Friend. Finn.
Rey was scared. She was terrified. She didn't want to let Finn see, but he must've been blind not to see her hands shaking. Rey was okay when she was working out a problem, like how to get away from the TIE fighters. But when she had nothing to do… It was the first time she'd left Jakku in 18 years, and it terrified her.
And so did Finn.
He was a new strange entity in her life, something with a consciousness, something unknown. Someone unreliable. And he was lying to her, she could tell. Maybe he wasn't – she hadn't had contact with another of her species in years. But she wanted to trust him, and she wanted to have a friend. She let it slide and put her trust in Finn. He'd seen other planets, she could trust him to take BB-8 to the Resistance base, and from there take her back home – just in case they were looking for her.
It might be nice to see some of the galaxy, but she couldn't miss her family coming back to find her.
She'd already been away from Jakku too long.