"Hey, sorry I didn't mean to scare you"
"No, no, no it's ok I was just zoned out" Something didn't feel right, Hunter and y/n almost have the same abilities. They originate from different places but both have enhanced senses. For y/n not to sense him sitting right next to her set off so many red flags in his head.
"I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Omega was quite concerned about you. You've been a bit... distant these are few rotations"
"I'm fine, just tired these last few missions have been exhausting and I haven't been sleeping well"
"Anything I can do to help, I am not able to sleep. Sometimes when I'm overstimulated, it feels like the walls are crawling"
"Thank you, Hunter, I think I just need time to calm my head. As you said, being overstimulated can get on your nerves. I'll be ready for the mission" She gave him a half-hearted smile, he nodded patting her shoulder and walked off to get ready for the mission.
*After the mission* (Warning: self Harm)
Sweat gleaned from her forehead as her hands shook uncontrollably, the breaths that should have steadied when she entered the marauder but adrenaline continued to pump through her veins causing her breathing to spiral until she felt like she would never catch it again. y/n stood in the small bathroom, hands grasping onto the sink for deal life as she stared at a figure through the mirror. What should have been herself was her old master, a scornful and disapproving look on her face, she wanted to smash the mirror into a million pieces, anything to get the screaming out of her head.
Even the years of training she acquired from her years in the temple would never have prepared her for all the screaming, all the fighting, all the.. blood. It felt like her hands were smeared in the red liquid, the blood of every Jedi killed was on her hands. She survived, she could have done better to help, but she ran, ran away from everything. Where did that get her, in a small bathroom on a ship full of clones with nothing but the feeling of when she felt the death of every Jedi in the galaxy, tearing her chest in two. That feeling was something she knew would never get rid of, it burned into her chest. A constant reminder that she survived, when so many others could have.
When this searing pain grew too much to bear and tears pricked at her eyes, she reached into one of the many small drawers and picked up the only band-aid that would silence or distract from the intense ache, the sharp blade felt cool compared to her red of skin, and in one clean swift she brought it down on her right wrist, overlapping old scars that had already healed. Her shoulders relaxed as blood seeped from the cuts and the war in her mind quieted as the ostial pain repealed the mental battle she was facing.
She didn't how many times she did it, but enough to reopen old cuts and irritate the healing ones. Feeling numb but consenting she had silenced the storm, she cleaned the blade and her arm then wrapped a bandage around her wrist quickly rolling down her sleeve. She exited the bathroom and was met with Hunter's chest, his hands caught her wrists to prevent her from falling but didn't miss the flinch that flashed on her face before she composed herself.
"OMG Hunter I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going" This was the second time she didn't sense his presence and he was done walking on eggshells.
"It's ok y/n, just making sure you were ok. Are you hurt"
"No, why"
"Because you're bleeding and you winced when I touched your wrist" y/n's face paled as Hunter looked at her with nothing but concern.
"umm, I... um"
"c'mon" he pulled her towards the back of the empty ship, y/n suddenly felt an innocence emanate from Hunter, he genuinely thought she was hurt and wanted to help. He didn't live in a world where people hurt themselves to feel better, the life of a soldier is already full of pain, so why would you create more? Nonetheless, she followed him towards Omega's little room, she was in the cockpit and therefore would not disturb them.
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Short Story⚠️WARNING⚠️ this book contains mentions of self harm, suicide, abuse, Panick attacks, anxiety (Warning will be at the beginning of each chapter) PLEASE LOOK BEFORE READING Requests are open, no smut please Contains short stories from: Sherlock Star...
Sometimes it's hard to be the one that survives (Bad Batch)
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