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Hugo Lerone
“I heard he saw his father hang himself.” One young padawan said to another.
The other padawan nodded, “Well I heard his mother left him, she blamed his father’s hanging on him. Master T’Truht found him while walking about.”
“Watch out here he comes.” Said the first padawan pretending look through archive memory banks.
Hugo walked slowly by carrying a few datapads. He looked at the floor his dark eyes red from crying. From around the corner he heard the others talking. He had learned to suppress the feelings from these memories but sometimes it still hurt. He could still see his father jump from the window with the noose around his neck as he came home from a friend’s house.
Hugo, 17, is a quiet kid, rarely, if ever, talking to any of the other padawans. Being brought into the Jedi late is always hard, as he has a more difficult time grasping the concepts or learning the abilities though he excels at learning history and related fields of study. Hugo is very agile from years of moving about around Coruscant. He prefers to sit alone in his bed reading datapads on something interesting from the Jedi history. He often has nightmares at nights and wakes up in a cold sweat.
From the age of 12 after his mother left him he spent most of his days wandering around Coruscant. He would eat either from hand outs or stealing, though he didn’t like stealing much. One stormy night near his 15th birthday, Jedi Master T’Truht found Hugo sitting against a wall, a patchy blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Master T’Truht could sense the force in the boy, not overwhelming or great but it was there. Rather than leave the boy, T’Truht took him back to the Temple to be fed and checked over. T’Truht offered him to become a Jedi, if he wanted to of course. Hugo really had no other choice it was staying with the Jedi or back on the street. The very next day they started the studies.
“It all your fault he’s dead! He killed himself because of you!” Hugo’s mother said throwing a plate at her son. Her eyes glowered at her only son.
Hugo dodged the plate, “No it’s not!”
She left the room, when she returned she had a bag in her hand, “I’m leaving and never coming back.”
“FINE! I HATE YOU ANYWAY.” Hugo said yelling so loud his voice cracked.
She walked out the door without saying anything leaving her son to fend for himself. After a few hours Hugo realized she’d be back, she just needed a few days. Those few days past and Hugo cried until he couldn’t cry anymore, it hurt to cry. His mother had left him.
A few weeks later he was kicked out of the apartment for not paying the money. He was able to grab a few clothes and a ring his father wore all the time. On the streets of Coruscant he was forced to grow up, alone. He looked back one last time at the place where all his happy memories had been soon even those memories faded into the inky blackness. He was alone, alone and empty.
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