3rd person pov

Kittys room was a wreck. The effects hadn't worn off completely. Yes her need for blood had diminished, but her frustration had stayed...

There were claw marks on the walls glass shattered across the room, the bed untouched. There were blood stains around the room...

Now you are thinking that the room is a disaster... That there couldn't be a more messed up image? Well then take a look at the desheveled 'person' in the corner. Yup the one that is crying. The one with blood on her shirt, the one with cuts on her. The one with the tattered clothes, and messy bloodied hair. That's the one... Once a beauty... Brought down to an unthinkable low.

Kitty...

DV P.O.V.

"Let me through!" I demanded.

"Sir, I don't think it's safe! I think it may not be fully stable yet!" A storm trooper stupidly argued.

"I did not ask your opinion!" I threw him down the hall. "Tend to him." I told the other three left standing guard, and busted in the room to see...

Kittys P.O.V.

I say there in the corner crying. Unable to do anything but drown in my sorrows. After I lost it I don't know what happened but I felt so weak, so fragile. And like a porcelain doll knocked from my perch I shattered.

And the next thing I know foot steps echoing through the room...

Clank.
Clamp.
Clank.
Clamp.

Cla, crunch.

"Kitty what has happened?" The shocked robotic voice of Darth Vader broke the barrier of sadness.

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