Surprise! Bonus: another short-story!

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Ezra's P.O.V

She looked like my feminine twin.

She comes and goes but never leaves me.

Like we were bonded together. Linked. Connected.

Yet, we were different in many ways.

She has yellow eyes, sith eyes and I'm the only one that can see her. The only one that can hear her. Feel her.

She's the shadow. My shadow. My opposite.

People think I'm crazy when thinking that I'm talking to myself. No, I'm talking to my evil twin. A darkness that has been with me since day one. Never leaves and all knowing of who I am. She may know more about myself than I do.

I don't know what she is or how she came to be but she was always there in my shadow. She's always there. Watching. Waiting. Listening. Learning.

Talks. Whispers. Intimidates.

Like some sort of sith ghost trying to lure to the dark side. It never works because over time, I had been used to it. Used to her tormenting words and lies.

Then one day, she disappeared. She didn't come back the next day. Or that week. Or even the year. She was just...gone but I still could feel her presence not to far behind.

I wasn't sure why she never bothered or messed with me anymore. It was unsettling, yet oddly a relief.

   Now, people won't think I'm crazy anymore when talking to myself. Or getting irritated or mad or many other emotions when she's around.

That was until one day, she came back.

A normal day on the Ghost. Chores, chores, chores, and Chopper being the same droid that loves getting on me and Zeb's nerves. I was just tightening a pipe and would be down if it was for her. She came out of nowhere, scaring me half to death which led to hitting my head on a different pipe, breaking it.

I coughed when steam blew at my face. She just sat there and laughed the whole time. Behind her, Zeb and Chopper laughed, too.

"Kid, What was that about?" Zeb asked, calming down while Chopper still kept laughing his bolts off.

"I was...poked by something sharpe," I lied and glared at all of them. Mostly, I glared at her. She returned the gesture with a smirk from ear to ear.

I slipped out of the space and threw my tool away. Zeb and Chopper immediately stopped laughing as I stomped out of the room.

"What's his deal?" I heard Zeb say to Chopper. I didn't hear the rest because I was already in me and Zeb's room.

   "Well, If it isn't my favorite dunce," she said, sitting on my bed and leaning against the wall with a leg dangling off the bed.

"Why are you back? For once when I'm liking life, you come back," I spat quietly, making sure no one hears me.

   "That's my job if you forget the first time we met, dunce," she said, hoping off the bed and stood in front of me. We were the same exact height so we looked each other right in the eyes.

   "Why are you back? What do you want from me?" I asked.

   She blankly looked at me with cold, yellow eyes. "To ruin you." She smiled and disappeared into thin air. I stayed in my spot and could still hear her laughing ringing in my ears. It sent chills down my spine and flinched when hearing the door open. I turned around to see Sabine standing there with arms crossed.

"Who are you talking too?" She asked, confused when only seeing me.

"Umm...myself?" I lied, smiling. She didn't seem to believe me but said 'right' and left anyways. When the door shut, I sighed not realizing that I was holding my breathe.

   "Wow, they already think your crazy. I'm good at this," she said, wickedly smiling. She leaned against the wall near the door. I glared at her and clenched my teeth.

   She continued coldly, "Face it Ezra, they don't want a street rat. It was all out of pity when they took you in. Another tool in the tool box. Another weapon to use but one mistake. Just one and you're no more."

   "You're wrong," I said, unsure.

   "Then look in the mirror and tell me what you see besides a petty thief, liar, and cheat," she said before disappearing. I gulped and felt something slide down my forehead. Sweat.

   No! She's just messing with my head. Or maybe she's right. Maybe they do pity me. They're not like that though. Or are they?

   Do they see me as a tool or a person?

   I knitted my eyebrows together. What was I doing? Believing her is the last thing that I should be doing. Yet, I just couldn't help but feel...feel the need to know.

   I'll prove myself. I am more than what they see. I'm more than a pitied child.

   A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. For a minute, I hesitated thinking that I just said everything out loud.

   "Ezra, are you in here?" Kanan's voice came through the door.

   "Uh...yeah. I'm in here," I said.

   "Jedi training in five," he said.

   "Ok," I responded. This was it. This was my first chance to redeem myself and prove that I'm worth more than what she tells me.

*Weeks later*

Hera's P.O.V

   "Don't you find it kind of odd though?" I asked Kanan, who sat in the seat next to mine.

   "Yeah," he admitted.

   "He's been offering to do chores that aren't his and tries to do more on missions. I'm getting worried that somethings up with your padawan," I said.

   For the passed couple of weeks, Ezra's been more...active than usual. At first, I thought it was just another thing that makes the teen a hard worker. Yet, lately he does more and more. I'm surprised he can still stand with how much he's been doing.

   "I'll go talk to him," Kanan said, getting up but I shook my head.

   "I need you, Sabine, Chopper, and Zeb to go on a supply run. I'll talk to Ezra," I intervened. The Jedi seemed reluctant at first but knew better than to go against my order and headed out the door. I smiled and made my way towards Ezra and Zeb's room.

   Zeb walked out of the room, seeming very confused and a little disturbed by whatever just happened.

   "What's with you?" I asked.

   "I think the kid is losing it," he whispered before walking off to the Phantom. This raised my worry and suspicion. What could possibly happen to make Zeb this freaked out?

   That's when the Phantom left. I could feel the Ghost shudder for its departure. I was about to walk away until hearing Ezra start to talk. Out of curiosity, I leaned my head against the door and listened to the one sided conversation.

Ezra's P.O.V

   Once I knew the coast was clear when feeling the shudder of the Phantom's departure, I turned to her.

   She smirked ear to ear.

   "Go away," I demanded, angrily.

   "And miss all the fun? No way. Seeing you in these kinds of situations is way to funny. Especially when your whole crew thinks your a loon, dunce," she said.

   "Why did you come back after all these years?" I asked.

   "There was no point until now," she said.

   "What's the point?" I asked, crossing my arms.

   "Let's see, after so long without family and then suddenly, people care enough to let you aboard. I knew then was the time to strike when you returned the same feeling for them," she explained, "Especially when you used the dark side."

   I flinched remembering the time at the old abandoned base filled with the nasties. I still regret it even though I don't remember much.

   "What are you? Some kind of evil, invisible hallucination?" I snarled.

   "Ha!" She laughed, "You don't even recognize your own self when it's right in front of you."

   I raised an eyebrow. While she smirked more, "You may think I'm some sort of entity or hallucination but I'm much more. I'm you. I'm your shadow."

   She walked closer and I backed away. My heart sped and blood ran cold. This only made her more happy to see me break like this.

   She continued, "I'm the darkness the dwells deep, deep down inside. I'm the voice of reason. I'm the one that tells you what you think your crew thinks of you, dunce."

   I finally hit the wall and could feel the cold consuming me.

   "I know you're afraid," she purred.

   "I'm-I'm not afraid of you," I stuttered, cursing to myself for being so scared.

   "Oh, I know," she agreed, "You're afraid of what I know. You're afraid that it's true. You might not be scared of me but you're scared of the crew's rejection. Which will lead us back to square one. You'll be on the streets and all alone. The unloved street rat who thought people cared for it."

   I flinched again and didn't realize that I was sitting on the floor. My knees were pulled to my chest as she stared down at me in victory before laughing. She disappeared but her laughs still echoed through the air.

   I hid my head and curled up more into a ball feeling helpless and weak. She was right. She was right. She was right. It kept spinning in my head and I broke down. Tears ran down my face as I silently cried to myself.

   At least no one was on the Ghost to hear me. Although, I did wish for someone to be here to comfort me and say everything she said was a lie. That they cared for me and never will let me go.

   But then...I would just be lying to myself.

   To think they would come.

   To think they would comfort me.

   To think that I'm more than a tool or weapon.

   To think...they cared.

    I felt so cold.

My body trembled as wicked eyes watched from the shadows enjoying my suffering. I jumped when a sudden knock came from the door.

"Ezra? Are you okay in there?"

Was that Hera? Why was she here? Did they get back and I just didn't know?

I cleared my throat and replied with a shaky 'yeah.' I sounded so small, so pathetic.

"Can I come in?" She asked.

"N-no," I stuttered, mentally hitting myself.

"Ezra, let me in," Hera ordered.

"Go away!" I shouted.

"Ezra," Hera warned. The shadow was giggling, "Poor child. Such a pity. Such a dunce to think she cares about a thing like you." I flinched a little before letting out my anger again.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled, placing my hands over my ears and begging shakily, "Please, just...leave me alone."

I wanted her gone so badly and stop making my life a horrible mess. Was that so hard to ask? To just live in peace and not have to worry about something that reminds me about myself. My awful self that lived on the streets. It wasn't like I wanted to do most things but forced to anyways.

I was forced to steal.

I was forced to hurt people.

All because I was a hungry and scared child in my own. Nothing was my fault. I didn't mean or do it on purpose. Why can't anyone see that?

I totally forgot about Hera until feeling something on my shoulder. I gasped in fright at the sudden touch and tried to back away but the wall was still there. Soon realizing it was only Hera, I calmed down.

The door was wide open.

'Blasted override code,' I thought.

   "Ezra, what's going on? You've been acting strange lately? What happened?" Hera asked worried. It surprised me. Why was she worried about me? She and the others don't care. She's probably doing it out of pity.

   I huffed and glared at Hera then looked away. This seemed to raise her suspicion and so: she sat next to me on the floor. Great, just what I need.

   "What's wrong?" She asked, again. I winced when she laid her hand on my shoulder. I pulled away and stared at the floor, avoiding any eye contact. Only looking up would do it. Looking up would force me to stay in eye contact and see the concern in her eyes. I knew it was just pity and had to remind myself that they don't see any concern for me.

   So...why is she here now?

   "Hun, can you please tell me what's going on?" She asked. I could feel the wicked witch from the shadows taunting me. Encasing me. Trapping me in some invisible cage suffocating all of life's problems on my already weighted shoulders.

"It's none of your business," I winced at the sound of my raspy voice.

"It is my business when someone I care about is hurting physically or mentally," she said.

I turned to face her, showing my bloodshot eyes and tear stained face. There was probably some distress filling my eyes to show more of my vulnerability. I felt weak and helpless in Hera's presence. No doubt she knows it too.

"You don't care about me. You only pity me," I spat a little. I looked away again, feeling anger boil inside.

"Ezra," I heard her sigh. Suddenly, I couldn't move when something wrapped around me. I was to afraid to look at what was coiled around my frame. To afraid to know who was doing it and why. To afraid to move. So, I froze and stiffened.

Then, I relaxed. My stiff muscles relaxed and held back the urge to let myself go in the embrace. Something soothingly rubbed circles on my back.

"It's ok, Ezra. You don't have to be afraid anymore. No one pities you. We adore and care for you deeply. Don't let anything tell you otherwise because they're wrong," she spoke gently.

I could feel my eyes water again and still resisted.

"It's ok to let go of the things you hate about yourself. We're here to help you through all of your troubles and needs," she said, "Just let go."

I hesitated but soon leaned into the warmth. Laying my head on her shoulder and tried holding back the tears. Though, now I knew Hera wouldn't care if I did because she cares. She really does care. There was no pity or disgust. Just genuine care.

I smiled my first real smile in a while. I let out a shaky sigh and closed my eyes basking in the warmth.

I opened my eyes to see my evil twin standing and watching us. She looked shocked and soon backed away, disappearing out of sight.

I could feel freedom. She was finally gone. Never to return because I knew that everything she says was a lie. She can't hurt me anymore and if she did, I'll always have someone to reassure me.

Reassure me that a street rat can be loved.

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