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IN THE EYE OF THE STORM

Chapter 11

Shmi was shocked to see her son lying on the bed. He just laid on the made-up bed wearing only a plain sweater and pants. His uncombed hair, pale cheeks, tear-swollen eyes, and dark circles under his eyes indicated a lack of sleep.

"Ani, you look awful, do you have a fever?"

Anakin remained silent and turned his head. He felt bad for lying to his mum in some way.

"No, he doesn't have a fever, it's actually...much worse."

"Much worse?"

"Last Saturday we celebrated graduation and...something must have happened that we haven't been able to figure out yet, that made Padmé want to jump from George Washington Bridge into the Hudson River. She's in the psychiatric ward and Anakin is here. He is not aware of his guilt, but something must have happened. The thing that worries me, Mrs. Lars, he doesn't eat, drink, or getting out of bed. I think we have to…."

"...act, Ben. We take Ani to hospital because he needs help. Put your shoes on, Ani, and let's go."

And that is how Anakin was given a psychiatric hospital. He wasn't a serious case—he wasn't suicidal—but he was terribly depressed and disoriented, making him a candidate for inpatient care.

His mother could visit him, she was not advised every day, and Ben should only be able to come once a week, as his mother allowed. Other friends have inquired with Ben, Anakin's iPhone was deactivated. Contact with the world outside should rest first.

The therapy took place through individual interviews as well as group interviews. For the time being, treatment with psychotropic drugs was dispensed.

In the one-on-one sessions, the doctor tried to figure out why Anakin couldn't let go and why he blamed himself. It was clear he couldn't let go because he loved her too much and the fault was clearly by him, it couldn't be that Padmé wanted to kill herself for nothing. The reason was sought.

"Mr. Skywalker, you said you were together all the night...aside from a dance she had with Bradley Simon. Can you imagine that something happened between the two of them?"

"No, because after the dance she came back to me, her mood was unchanged, I didn't notice anything."

"What happened immediately afterwards?"

"Then she said she had to go to the restrooms.I wanted to go with her, but she told me it wasn't necessary and that she would soon return, and then she just... gone."

His eyes filled with tears. The therapist continued.

"Did Bradley Simon go after her?"

"No, I saw him dancing with another girl, but his eyes followed Padme."

"What followed after that?"

"Well, I waited for Padmé to return while leaning against the wall, and ..."

"And?"

"...and yeah, Pat came up to me after that..."

"Who is Pat?"

"A felowwstudent...um, ex-felowstudent...who sort of has a crush on me...and Padmé was a little jealous. Pat was always quite pushy."

"So what did this Pat do, or say?"

"Well, she came to me, put her arms around my neck, pressed her hips against mine, and asked me how about a dance, I am standing so alone ...I raised my hands, grabbed her forearms, and told her that even if I were alone, there would be nothing with us and that she should leave me alon. Then I pushed her away from me, pretty roughly."

"Could it be that Padmé saw that interaction?"

"Possibly, but then she should have seen me pushing Pat away from me."

"...and if she saw a part and made the wrong conclusions? Just something like that could have prompted her to run to George Washington Bridge."

"Yes that could be. It could have been so awful for her but…..I would never have done that to her, I love her too much."

"There will undoubtedly be a chance to explain this soon. We are here to relieve you of the guilt and give you the will to live again. You must to let go, find yourself."

"Without her, I'm not myself."

"Your mother said you were…..can I say Anakin?"

"Yes."

"Is it true that your mother said you were drafted by New York Jets and had a multi-million dollar contract to fulfill?"

"True, but none of that matters now."

"Yes, at the moment, but if you were to resign, you would be bankrupting yourself and your family for life. You certainly don't want that."

"No."

"OK, then let's get to work so we can move forward."

"Yes I must."

"You have to want it, not just need it.

"Yes I will."

As a result, Anakin was gradually brought out of the pit by discussion after discussion, group activities, and athletic endeavors. Two whole months went by.

On the outside, Anakin appeared to be doing better, but he was actually pushing himself to move on. He might have thought about it in the future, but right now, he needed to get things done. He temporarily moved in with his parents, who should provide for him over the coming several months. To give him the motivation to function, he was given medicine.

He stayed in touch with Ben and Satine, who were still living in New York but getting ready to move to Boston for the next few years. It was painful watching the others' joy. Sabé and Dormé decided to attend Yale and will be moving to New Heaven. The Miami Dolphins drafted Rex, Cody, and Bradly, while the Las Vegas Raiders drafted Bradly. The group was split apart; some of them were happy with one another, some were seeking out new challenges, while some of them were stuck in their past, which was filled with painful memories and experiences.

Anakin had to put a lot of work into his condition before training camp began on July 25. Although he was only a backup quarterback and not the starter, he still needed to be ready. Since the playbook is growing thicker and the preseason is an experimental period, Anakin was used in the neighborhood derby matchup against the New York Giants. The head coach needs to see how the team works with various combinations. Unfortunately, he also threw three interceptions along with his 199 passing yards and touchdown. Everyone cheered for the rookie, but he didn't even realize it, she wasn't there. His mother thought he had moved on and was pleased and proud of him.

Shmi often thought of Padmé. Some time after Padmé attempted suicide, she called the Naberries to inquire about her condition. She received only cool answers, Padmé should be better. She hadn't called after that and Anakin didn't dare. He had to endure the uncertainty.

On September 5, the regular season began. Anakin traveled much during the first week following Florida, but it was worthwhile since he was used. He briefly conversed with Rex and Cody after meeting them, but neither dared to bring up Padmé because of his still-deep hurt.

He put in a lot of work, and his health kept improvin. Playing football was the only thing he enjoyed even if they lost, even if the Jets missed the playoffs for the third straight year. The season ended for them on December 29th at home at MetLife Stadium with a 20 : 7 to the Dolphins. The team celebrated the win over Dolphins and mourned the playoffs with much liquid numbness.

So did Anakin, and after long time had passed and he consumed numerous whiskeys on the rocks, he led a willing young woman to his hotel room. He stood up, grabbed five hundred dollars out of his wallet, laid them on the bed, and went to the bathroom to take a shower, feeling relieved but still drowsy from the booze. He felt unclean. The girl was gone when he finished and entered the room again. He threw himself face down on the scrunched-up blankets while still naked and cried till he eventually fell asleep. He covered himself after waking up cold and went back to sleep. His teammates noticed his dejection at breakfast.

"What's up Skywalker, was she bad between the sheets?"

"No, but me."

"Why, couldn't you get your cock up?"

"I could, and that's the problem."

The problem was that he believed he had cheated Padmé. How long will this condition last? It was finished, she was gone, having succumbed to the despair he had brought on. He started to believe that he could have been able to stop it. Before Pat pushed herself on him, he had the chance to stop her. Yes. He has to accept responsibility for it, or more accurately, just exist.

He occasionally tried to call her, but she had his phone blocked. The only information Padmé's friends received from their parents was anything like to an explanation that she was better. Anakin's name or his desire for clarification was not to be mentioned. They couldn't visit her in the clinic either, she was shielded.

He learned from Ben and Satine Padmé is not studying at Harvard. Dormé and Sabé didn't see her at Yale either, the parents only said that she was better, but not where she is. Where was she?

The off-season is no time to be laze. Although the body needs time to recover from the season's challenges, the athlete could not do nothing. Four to five days of lighter training each week—less rigorous than during the season—is the norm. The objective is to keep or increase the level of condition. So Anakin attended training every day, staying later than was necessary but not going beyond. After that he went home.

He still had a lot to do, including train, and his agency gave him several endorsement deals that paid sixty million dollars. He was a well-known NFL player who had an athletic body and a beautiful face, making him a perfect candidate for advertising.

Currently, he was living alone at 158 E 93rd St, just off the corner of Lexington Ave, in a little apartment on the first floor that he had purchased for $650.000. It wasn't expensive, but he didn't need much. Since Padmé lived virtually around the corner, perhaps he secretly hoped to run into her on the street someday.

In late May, he spent a week in Boston, where he had intended to settle if the Patriots had drafted him...and then when Padmé starts at Harvard, they would be together...so many hopes, but... Fairytale gone bad...it shouldn't have been.

Ben and Satine, who had just finished their final exams, were there to meet him. Despite the pleasant days they had together, he still found it hard to see happy couples. They were his friends, yet mean.

He stopped taking the medication but continued to go to therapy on a regular basis but he didn't see the sense of it if he couldn't accept losing the love of his life. On the surface, he appeared to be in good shape; nonetheless, his shattered heart was evident from the expression on his face, he was always sad. He seldom smiled and never laughed.

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