"You hold onto friends by keeping your heart a little softer than your head."

Her black surroundings slinked away like oil as her fall suddenly leveled her out like an invisible force was turning her to land on her feet. As the world around her spun like dice, her eyes rolled back in fear she was going to be sick.

A new setting was revealed to her as she fell feet first into a bedroom. After the shock hit her boots, everything continued to spin as she blinked rapidly and held out her arms trying to regain her sense of mind and shoo the nauseousness away like a bug. Finally being able to really focus, she noticed all of the posters of meticulously complicated blueprints that clung to the wall. The air smelled lived in, as every home had its own scent. Clothes were neatly placed at the foot of a set of drawers to her left, ready to be placed inside. Rey's eyes scoured the floor, the cream carpet, the grey painted walls and the strange cleanliness of it all. The sound of angry voices could be heard through closed doors, but they were close by. A small sniffle behind her caused her head to whip around in surprise.

A small boy was carefully positioned by the door to the bedroom. He sat, arms hugging his legs to his chest tightly while his ear was pressed flat against the cold steel. He had tanned skin and dark, shortly cut hair that was groomed to the side. His eyes were murky pools of brown as they held welled up tears, ready to spill. Lips curled up as he sobbed, staring ahead while listening to the conversation being held outside of the room.

Rey's heart started to ache as she pitifully watched this poor boy with familiar eyes. She saw herself in his eyes. . .and yet, someone else as well. Then it hit her, this was the child she had just seen. This was the same child.

"It won't work!" A man's voice whisper yelled.

"It will! It has to." Now a woman with the same tone yet more determined, they sounded familiar as well. All of this seemed too familiar, it was beginning to send a creeping sense of fear down Rey's throat as she tried to gulp it down.

"He's...if he's anything like his grandfather, he'll grow up to be a monster, Leia." The man's voice tried desperately to explain.

'Leia.' Rey thought, causing her to gasp, 'then the man must be...' Rey crept closer to the door, pressing her own ear against it, having the urge to take the chance to hear Han's voice once again.

"He's not a monster!"

"You've seen what he's already capable of! And you've known about Snoke for two blasted years and you never even thought to tell me about it-" Han sounded like he was ready to strangle someone before Leia cut him off, his voice being strained through his teeth.

"You weren't there! Now I see what must be done, Luke says he can take him in a couple years."

Han huffed loudly. Rey could imagine him running his hands through his hair like he often did. No one could win an argument with Leia, especially Han.

"I'm going to see him." He said.

The young boy before her, Ben, drove in a harsh, shaky breath before wiping his pink nose with the back of his sleeve.

Steps broke out down the hall and before Rey could take a step back, Han and Leia came into the room. Pink passageways of tears took hold of Leia's cheeks, her eyes puffy and her face trodden with sadness. Han, on the other hand, looked harsh and shaken, his face like ash and burning brown eyes that could rot a hole through steel. He sucked on the insides of his lips in anger, before he passed Leia, approaching the weeping boy. His son.

"Shh, come here, big guy." Han cooed before he reached his large hands under Ben's little arms and pulled him up so he was sobbing into his chest. Han felt that tiny heartbeat pitter-pattering away as Ben sniffled and sobbed.

"AAUUGGHHH!" A sudden erupting scream startled Rey, causing her to jump forward before her body whipped around to where she thought the scream had come from.

Darkness.

The light changed, an odd hue took hold of the scene. It was the same room, yet dust floated about the hair, it was so cold. A slight breeze struck the back of her arms as her eyes grew wide from the sight before her. Han and Leia were gone, the posters were ripped to shreds and hung to the no longer pristine walls but they were now littered with stains and holes that looked like had been punched through.

An older boy stood before her, filled with rage. His eyes were like nothing she'd ever seen, they seemed so ancient. As if he weren't human, but a creature from the days of old. His hands were like claws as he bared his teeth before taking a trinket off of the floor and slamming it into a mirror that rested on a near desk, causing it to shatter and send the shards flying. The pale hand that caused the brutal attack was now gushing with bright red blood. It oozed down the folds of his fingers and palm in a horrific way. Instead of being surprised he seemed intrigued as he stared at his bloody hand, his eyes growing harder before slamming it into the wall causing dust to fly as another hole enveloped his hand.

Rey's eyes shrunk into specks as her own hands flew up over her mouth in shock.

He roars before running his hands through his dark hair, letting out a string of curses and chucking his blankets across the room. His in injured hand stretched out, breaths rushed from his flaring nostrils, a set of drawers suddenly blew up into sandy splinters of wood.

The Force.

"Ben!" The name echoed so loudly that Rey's ears rang, her eyes seeing blue splotching coming in and out of her vision. Wincing she turned around once more, opening to another scene. Her hair blew across her face, whipping in all directions as the jets revved up from the Millennium Falcon's thrusters as it rose above her from a landing platform, ready to take off.

"Dad!" The same boy, seemingly taller and had even longer hair broke out into a sprint towards the ascending ship. Rey's eyes flicked up to the open bay door of the Falcon, seeing a man standing there, his hand resting on the side of the door as he watched Ben with a frown on his face. His eyes showed nothing, just black specks hovering above them. Leia stood behind her, yelling the boy's name over and over. Just before the ship took off, Han slammed a button on the door, sending it sliding to a dramatic close, shutting Ben off from him. Another animalistic scream shattered Rey's heart as Ben fell to his knees, almost being blown over by the wind from the Falcon finally taking flight in a speedy retreat.

"NO!" He shrieked desperately, clawing his hands across his head as if trying to rip out his hair in anguish and fury.

Rey felt so many awful emotions, millions of thoughts and tears, her chest swelled with panic and fear as all of these past happenings.

"Help!" She suddenly yelled before another vision came to her. She ran down a long, well-lit hallway. Seeing a tall crippled man with ivory, torn flesh across his face. It was Snoke, guiding the same young boy down the hallway ahead of her.

"Stop! Don't!" Rey ran after them, her boots slamming against the floor, one in front of the other, her lungs burning as the cold air rapidly went in and out.

A sick, gurgling laughter filled her ears. As if someone was trying to clear thick smoke from their lungs, it rippled her eardrums and slowed her run down to a stop as she collapsed to her knees in pain. Rey held her head with her hands, her finger webbed out desperately trying to claw away the burning pain that filled what felt like the entirety of her skull. Her screams echoed throughout the space she was in darkness pooling around her, ebbing and flowing like the sea.

Overlapping the jesting laughter as it got louder, words being whispered and others being shouted laced with anger, causing Rey's body to strain at the sheer concussion of sound. She whimpered for help as the cruel words whirled around her like a verbal storm, enveloping her into the unknown.

She heard her own voice, "monster!"

"I am."

Then Han's, "he'll grow up to be a monster."

Luke, "you've let me down, son."

"What?! Have you come to save my soul?"

"I'm sorry, Ben."

"Why are you doing this?"

Rey slammed her hands over her ears trying to stop the onslaught of yelling and voices speaking too loudly for her to fully understand. She clenched her teeth so hard causing her jaw to ache, her face beginning to turn pink from the blood rushing up to the surface.

Then silence, the air sounded as if it sucked all of the noise and voices away, even her own screams. Her harsh breaths consumed her, racking her shoulders up and down, her eyes prickled with black specks as she realized she was standing in the same room she was in before all of this began.

Rey was afraid she'd pass out, she felt as if she just came out of hyperspace and the g-forces were pulling at her face causing her whole body to tense and her head to grow dizzy. Ben stood before her, gently holding her hands within his large, pale ones. She looked up to his face, the same face she had seen only moments ago in many different forms as he aged into the man before her. The monster before her. Yet, that's what she saw him as before, but now the gauze that had blinded her has been ripped away by his hands. Showing her the truth of this tortured boy, convinced by everyone he had ever known that he was an uncontrollable monster that would grow up the be the killer his grandfather was. Those people were already so worried about what he'd become they never stopped to look and think about what he was then, a frightened young boy who was never given a chance. His childhood was ripped away from his weak grasp before he could even comprehend what had happened. His blood was tainted, it was cursed. He was doomed to become the ruthless killer he became.

Rey's lip began to tremble as she continued to stare up at him with an unknown expression. A face as white as snow, lips like a crimson wound and hair as dark as ebony that waved to his shoulders. This ruthless killer has changed. His eyes were coated over with a thick invisible film that caused him to simply stare at her. He felt the kind of sadness that seeps into your bones rather than explodes in a cascade of tears. But while his body seemed to grow colder and his mind seemed to fill with a leaden feeling, his face remained stubbornly dry and so he tried to grieve on his own, as he usually did. But she was here.

Rey grabbed her arms, crossing them over her chest in an obviously anxious movement. Her eyes shifted to the side, disconnecting from his for the first time before becoming glazed with a glassy layer of tears. As she blinked, they dripped from her eyelids and slid down her cheeks. She bit her lip tightly in an attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from her mouth; her heart sank.

Rey's lower lip quivered as words slowly made their way out of her mouth. "I..." She began, yet what followed was engulfed in the tremors.

Before she fully thought through what she was about to, she whispered, "I'm sorry!" Before leaning forward on her toes and wrapping her arms around Ben's broad shoulders. He tensed immediately, almost throwing her off of him on instinct as if he were being attacked. Though, much to his curiosity he quickly grew accustomed to her being so close to him and bathed in her sudden warmth, the familiar smell of ship fuel flooded his nostrils. His chin rested on her head as she shoved the side of her cheek against his chest, he was certain she could hear his heart as it beat a viscous ballad against his ribs. Ben's arms, that at first hung in the air awkwardly, now snaked around her and held her small frame against him even tighter much to his inner voice's chagrin. No matter when the end came it would be too soon and he would launch a campaign for more. He hadn't been treated like this, enveloped by another humans touch, in such a long time. It felt right, yet tormenting and calming. His mind was befuddled at this enigma that was Rey. He bristled at the sudden flare of anger beneath his skin. This was stolen from him. In another life, a different life, this is how it should have been.

"Me too," were the last words that were said.