LOOMING SILHOUETTES
It hadn't been long since Loomi had been cleared from the halls of healing. She had sustained no real physical damage on Indoumodo, despite the rampant flames and artillery shells. Not all damage was of the flesh, however. The girl had seen glimpses of a life now lost to her, memories buried deep within her subconscious that rose to the surface when she used an act of desperation to save her Master. The healer she explained this to called it Force Repulse. Whatever it was, it had clearly saved Loomi's own life before, tough the memory of this event had seemed far more violent than how she utilized it during the mission.
That was the least of her worries. It was the glimpse into her mind that was eating away at her. Loomi lie awake in bed, tossing and turning as the silhouettes from her vision danced in her mind, taunting and jeering as they brandished weapons. They had torn her apart. She could feel this with certainty unlike anything else in her life. Her legs, her eye... all ripped away by laughing, twisted figures who were lost to the fog of her inner world. Loomi didn't know who they were, ultimately. They were familiar yet estranged in every possible way. Never once did a name surface, or the semblance of any kind of personality. This didn't matter. She knew all that she needed to. They were monsters, cruel beings of oppressively force which existed to overwhelm her very existence with terror. Mad ramblings, barked commands, the grinding of teeth and striking of fists across her skin... The Godoan could feel blows of flesh and tongue alike, real as the howling wind through the lower streets of Coruscant. Nothing she could comprehend ever surfaced in her mind. As soon as it had come, the memory was gone, with only fragments of the experience lingering. All Loomi could think about was what they had called her...
Worm.
Nobody in her new life had ever spoken to her with anything more than kindness, yet all it took was one word to make her feel so small. The girl wasn't from anywhere, her past was so insignificant that she forgot it, and it seemed that every individual she had ever known in the life that came before saw of her nothing more than an insect. A force so much larger than her had plucked her from her home, tearing her apart for their own amusement. Every time a light tried to shine through, the shadows grew larger, pressing in and suffocating her. Was any of the kindness of her current existence real, or did it come from a place of pity? Loomi couldn't shake the feeling that maybe everyone around her saw her as nothing more than a wounded animal, one which they didn't have the heart to turn away.
The Godoan finally got out of bed, quietly exiting her dorm. She'd rather not wake her roommate with all the tossing and turning she had been doing since her return. It was the dead of night, well past curfew by this point. Loomi didn't care. She slipped away to the gardens with very little concern about being discovered. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. How could it? The girl laid down in the grass, curling up like a helpless child under their blanket. No covers could shelter her, and no parent would come to assure that the monster in her closet wasn't real.
All Loomi could do was cry herself to sleep.
That was the least of her worries. It was the glimpse into her mind that was eating away at her. Loomi lie awake in bed, tossing and turning as the silhouettes from her vision danced in her mind, taunting and jeering as they brandished weapons. They had torn her apart. She could feel this with certainty unlike anything else in her life. Her legs, her eye... all ripped away by laughing, twisted figures who were lost to the fog of her inner world. Loomi didn't know who they were, ultimately. They were familiar yet estranged in every possible way. Never once did a name surface, or the semblance of any kind of personality. This didn't matter. She knew all that she needed to. They were monsters, cruel beings of oppressively force which existed to overwhelm her very existence with terror. Mad ramblings, barked commands, the grinding of teeth and striking of fists across her skin... The Godoan could feel blows of flesh and tongue alike, real as the howling wind through the lower streets of Coruscant. Nothing she could comprehend ever surfaced in her mind. As soon as it had come, the memory was gone, with only fragments of the experience lingering. All Loomi could think about was what they had called her...
Worm.
Nobody in her new life had ever spoken to her with anything more than kindness, yet all it took was one word to make her feel so small. The girl wasn't from anywhere, her past was so insignificant that she forgot it, and it seemed that every individual she had ever known in the life that came before saw of her nothing more than an insect. A force so much larger than her had plucked her from her home, tearing her apart for their own amusement. Every time a light tried to shine through, the shadows grew larger, pressing in and suffocating her. Was any of the kindness of her current existence real, or did it come from a place of pity? Loomi couldn't shake the feeling that maybe everyone around her saw her as nothing more than a wounded animal, one which they didn't have the heart to turn away.
The Godoan finally got out of bed, quietly exiting her dorm. She'd rather not wake her roommate with all the tossing and turning she had been doing since her return. It was the dead of night, well past curfew by this point. Loomi didn't care. She slipped away to the gardens with very little concern about being discovered. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. How could it? The girl laid down in the grass, curling up like a helpless child under their blanket. No covers could shelter her, and no parent would come to assure that the monster in her closet wasn't real.
All Loomi could do was cry herself to sleep.
