Saturday, September 16, 2006

A Late Night Call, A Plea for Help: Part 2

(See my Savior)
(See from before...)


He caught me? Was I going to fall? He held me in his lap. Almost as if I was a child. As soon as I felt better because someone was holding me, he said, “Want to tell me what’s wrong? Or if you don’t feel like talking yet, that’s fine too…”

Why did he have to ask, I began to cry again, but I wiped my tears clean.

“ForthelastchallengeIhadtobecomeasith, and, whenIbecameasithIwenttothetempletofindsomesortofforgiveness. But, Icouldn’tsleepatnightandmydeadmasterwouldn’ttalktome, then, IwenttogogeticecreamandObiWanwasthere. So, hestartedscoldingmeaboutwhatIwear, and, hetoldmeoputonacloakandIaskedhimifitdispleasedhim, and then, I Kissed Him, andthenhestartedgoingonaboutthecodeandhowhecouldn’tfeelanything, and, ItoldhimhowlongIlovedhimlikethat and, Isaidthatitwassadhehaddied. And I had to find out, soIkissedhimagainhescoldedmeoncemoreandsaidifIdiditathirdtime, that, he’dkickmeoutofthetemple…” I began to sob, and I grabbed Dante’s Shoulder, and pulled myself to him in tears, “ThenIwenttodatooinebecausewhenitrainsno-onecanseemecry, and, therewasawomantherewhokepttellingmeaboutcorruptionofthetemple. She wouldn’t shut up! IkepttellinghertoandIthreatenedtokillher, She touched me. whenshetouchedmeIfeltsafeIlistenedtoherShewasaSith…” I squeezed Dante’s shoulders even tighter, I was so scared, so sick, I hadn’t eaten or slept in days, “I can’t get her out of my head, shestherewhenIclosemyeyestellingmeeverythingisgoingtobeokay.”

I released Dante, and closed my eyes, and I saw her again… I grabbed my head… “Get out…” I pleaded… I laid my head on Dante’s chest… “I don’t know what to do…”

He began to pat my lekku, stroking it as if it was a small animal, and it made me feel calm, and at ease… “I can’t pretend to understand everything you’re going through, but from what you said, it seems that you’re scared that the things you’re feeling will lead you to becoming a Sith? It can’t be that simple, Erifia. It can’t just be emotion that makes a jedi go wrong… There has to be evil there to begin with. I’ve only known you for a little while, and I don’t see that in you.” How could he know?

He made me look up at him, by pushing on my chin, “Okay Ms. Sapphire, tell me about Obi-Wan. He was mean to you? You want me to beat him up?” He was joking but I wanted him to hurt like he had hurt me.

Tight wanting hugs, and wished kisses,
Erifia Apoc

9 Comments:

Blogger Jean-Luc Picard said...

Stay with it, Erifia; you'll pull through!

6:10 AM  
Blogger Darth Nepharia said...

Wow, you have had a an interesting time of it lately, haven't you? ;D

8:51 AM  
Blogger Dark Jedi Kriss said...

Psssttt! Men suck, remeber?

9:44 AM  
Blogger Skywalker said...

I can't pretend I could understand a word you just said, but that's all right. You know, if you want Obi's backside kicked, you could have asked me, everybody else does! *snerk*

9:46 AM  
Blogger Master Obi-Wan said...

Kick my what?

9:49 AM  
Blogger Professor Xavier said...

Asphinctersayswhat?

11:14 AM  
Blogger Epsilon 775 said...

Wow. That is some serious hyperventilation right there. It might be best if you just try to, you know, breath before you pass out.

12:03 PM  
Blogger Lt. Cmdr Oneida said...

Hmmm, this is all very interesting and a bit disconcerting.

3:34 PM  
Blogger Captain Typho said...

I was gonna tell you about this, it just never came up in conversation.

3:58 PM  

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