WARNING: dark chapters throughout the rest of the book.
Ahsoka's P.O.V.
A week later...
Barriss betrayed me. A few days after I had asked her to research all of the Clones that had been recorded in the Archais, (Not spelled correctly, if anyone can tell me how to spell that, it would be useful) she had lied and said that I had been crazy, and deranged. My best friend. Gone. Like my whole life. The world means nothing to me now. After loosing my status as Padawan, loosing my Master's trust, my best friend betraying me, my mother's suicide, and my father's murder, my life means nothing to me. If I died, I'd be able to join my Mom and Dad again.
I hopped into the Refresher to take a shower. I let the warm water run down my body. I looked around, and something shiny caught my eye. A razor. I looked at it, then picked it up. The pain would be fine by me. Since my arms were already bare, I would have no trouble. I brought the razor down on my red-orange skin, and applied enough pressure to break the skin, and cause blood to well up. The pain doesn't bother me. It never has.
Sorry for another short chapter. Um...Peace!