Anakin's P.O.V.

I wasn't mad at her. Really. Maybe confused though. Why did she kill all of the Clone Troopers? Maybe they went haywire and attacked her? Shaak had told the Jedi Consul about the Clone Trooper Fives, so I wouldn't be surprised if those Clones had gone wacko too. I haven't seen Ahsoka lately. I hope she's okay. Maybe later on today I'll drop in and see how she's doing.

Ahsoka's P.O.V.

A week has passed since I had started cutting. It felt good. All the pain of losing the ones I had once loved vanished after the first slice. But one was never enough to block out my pain. I always did at least ten before stopping. The only thing the cutting can't help, is the nightmares.

"I HATE YOU!" Anakin screamed at Obi Wan. Anakin was lying on the ground, an arm missing, and both legs lost. Obi Wan turned around. "You were the Chosen One! You were supposed to bring peace to the Jedi, not destroy them!" Anakin glared at his framer Master with hate in his now yellow eyes. "You were my brother...I loved you." Obi Wan's voice cracked. He started to walk away, picking up Anakin's blue Lightsaber on the way, leaving his former Apprentice to die.

I woke with a start. I had that dream a lot now. Almost twice a week. If it wasn't that one, it showed me a man clad in black armor, torturing a young woman, or fighting with a young man. I sat up, still in bed, and put my head in my hands. My gloves were on, in case someone visited me during the night. Not that that'd even happen, everyone hates me now. My Master, Shaak Ti, Plo Koon, even Obi Wan. I havn't left my room for a week. Not even to go eat in the Mess. I sighed. I had to eat. How could I not? I got up from my cozy bed, and threw my boots on. After buckling up all of the straps and stuff, I looked at the door. Do I really have to eat? I thought. Yes. Now get your cowardly ass out there! I hate mind battles.

The Mess is where all the Clones and Jedi eat. While walking, I saw a group of Padawans, all older than me by a few years. "Hi," I greeted. The oldest Padawan, Altec, glared at me. I saw a younger Padawan, Harmony give Altec a sharp glare. Harmony was Shaak Ti's Padawan, so she had a soft spot for Togruta's. "Hey Ahsoka." She greeted. Like me, Harmony started her Padawan training early. I smiled at her. "Are you going to the Mess?" She asked. I nodded. "Yeah."

"Can I come?" She asked. I looked at her shocked. "Um, yeah. If you want." Harmony gave a little bounce. I held back a laugh. As we walked the rest of the way, I saw other Padawans glaring at me. I wanted to apologize for killing the Clones, but I couldn't. (The Clones Ahsoka killed were all friends with the Padawans) I was too scared.

When we arrived at the Mess hall, every Clone looked at me. Show no fear. I told myself. I threw on my old confident look, and walked in. The Clone serving food looked at me in surprise. I know you hate me. Stop looking so surprised that I have to eat. After getting our food, Harmony and I sat down next to Rex, who was all alone.

"Hi Rex." I said. Rex nodded to Harmony and me. "Hey kid." I looked at him hopefully. "So...how are you?" Rex nodded. "Good. Look, kid. I know you think that everyone here hates you," He started. "But that's not true. The reason they keep staring at you is because you've gotten too skinny." I stared at him in shock. "What?" I asked. Rex looked at me in surprise. "You mean you haven't noticed? Kid, you look like you're anorexic!" I looked at my feet.

"Well, what do you expect? I haven't been outside of my room since...since the mission." Rex gave me a pitying look. "Um...I think this is my Que to leave. By Ahsoka. Rex." Harmony got up and left. I waved. "Look," My attention was drawn back to Rex. "My brothers are worried about you." A spark of anger coursed through me. "Then why didn't they ask themselves!?" I practically screamed at him. Rex was about to speak, but I cut him off. "They don't care. Nobody does. Stop pretending that they do." I growled. I left the Mess, leaving my food untouched.

Longer than most chapters. I'm so proud!

-Hayden