George Lucas owns Star Wars. Not me. All characters are his.
This is slightly AU.

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She stared at him in disbelief. –Why- couldn’t he see it? Why couldn’t he FEEL it? She could. She could see it, feel it, hear it, smell it, and taste it to the point where it no longer fascinated her yet intrigued her all the same. It frightened her yet drew her in. The more she fought it the stronger its hold on her became. So why didn’t he understand? From what she could tell, it was –everywhere- and tormented –everyone-. Some more than others. So why didn’t –he- fall victim? Maybe he just didn’t realize it was there yet. Or maybe he was immune. She wished SHE could be immune. But she wasn’t. HE was blissfully unaware whereas SHE practically breathed it in. Or maybe she WAS breathing it in… Sometimes you weren’t aware of something until much later on…

A feeling that something was suddenly different engulfed her. A quick glance told her that he, the one her thoughts had been dwelling on, had left and in his place was his father, Vader. Dark lord of the sith and BANE of her existence. He must have caused it…He MUST have! A sudden thought as to why his son was immune sprang to her mind. Luke must have helped Vader cause it.

In her dreams she would dream of it. Very often would a conversation ensue between it and her. Sometimes, she would ask it questions.

“Eh? ‘Bathe’? What means this word, ‘bathe’?” she once asked it. It told her that to ‘bathe’ means to be ‘clean’. She asked why you had to bathe in order to be clean, but all it did was be silent. Once, in one of her dreams, it gave her a dress to wear. A simple, elegant, black dress.

“I am NOT wearing that!” was the only response she gave.

Looking back at those dreams, the troubled girl smiled softly before telling it, “I love you!”

And outside of her room, outside of the building she was in, read the sign: “Welcome to Universal Mental Asylum.” Yes, Leia Organa, former rebel, was very happy there with it.

By: Sarah