The air was thick, too quiet. The moonlight seeped into Marco's room as he sit in his bed, tired and concerned. He was dressed in his normal spring wear, he was 16, he had grown half a foot, His hair a little messier and longer, a fair cusp of facial hair sat on his face. A dark red t-shirt and fairly baggy jeans, and a dark grey zip up sweater sitting on his bed. He stood and began pacing in his room.

"I should have stopped her…" Marco said pacing in his room. "...she could be in deep trouble." Marco's thoughts ran through the many different worst case scenarios. Injury, arrest, death. These are the things that always ran through his mind when it came to uncertainty. He always believed that in order to be prepared you prepare for the worst, being the Safe Kid and all.

His worry wrecked him to the point of just repeatedly lightly tapping his head on the wall. He groaned loud, his parents wouldn't care about the noise he was making. Those two could sleep through earthquakes, tornados and hurricanes happening all at once. He couldn't sleep or think about anything other than Star, was she okay, was she sitting in jail.

He cussed Star's boyfriend, Oskar, under his breath. This was all his fault. Star would've been just fine without him. He corrupted her, killed the light inside her. He could never forgive anyone for that.

THUMP!

Marco jumped, immediately peeking out of his door. The thump cut through the silence. Marco was worried but then he remembered, the past 3 weekends was the same. Star sneaks out, Star get's drunk, Star get's home, Star climbs through the window, Star faceplants on the living room floor. Rinse repeat for the past 3 weeks. Marco tried to help her but she just pushed him away more and more. She was stumbling really bad, Marco sighed. He made his way downstairs finding Star struggling to get to her feet.

Star's wardrobe drastically changed since dating Oskar. Her hair hung straight with purple dyed ends. She wore a small jacket with a pink Skull on the back, a tank top underneath it. She wore a fluffy black and pink skirt with torn nylons and thigh high boots. She wore heavy smokey eye shadow, her nose and lip pierced. Though she refused to show it or even admit it, Marco saw it many times during her drunk stumbling back from parties and get togethers, on her right arm she had a tattoo that said 'Punk for Life!' on her right arm. Marco screamed at her for that but she just responded by flipping him off and locking herself in her room.

"Star?" Marco said, walking closer.

She almost didn't recognize him. She grinned, being the first time smiling at Marco in nearly two weeks, she must have been really out of it tonight. She stands and begins to step forward. Like a toddler discovering the pains of muscle movement she immediately trips over nothing and nearly falls. Marco quickly caught her, again a perk of being the Safe Kid, lighting quick reflexes. Star giggled.

"Hey… Marco… When did you get here?" Star said still staring at the ground.

"I've been here for the past two minutes Star…" Marco said.

"Oh, why is the room spinning?" Star slurred.

Marco looked down. He felt bad for her. Oskar ruined her. Star had the nicest most caring personality he'd ever seen. She could turn any frown into that happiest grin with just her mere presence, a ray of sunshine in a grim world. Oskar immediately stomped on that ray the second he could just because he could.

A month earlier Star and Marco were walking down the street to their school, Star jumping up and down repeatedly with excitement the butterflies in her stomach spun in her stomach, full of adrenaline. Marco's was full of concern and a feeling a dread. Marco didn't like the aspect of Star going out with Oskar.

They arrived at the school, kids walking some energetic some sluggishly dragging themselves. Marco could always sniff out who cared and who didn't, and at this school hardly anyone really did. Oskar sat on the hood of a car, of which Marco extremely doubted was his. His hair only got longer, covering more of his face, he wore a large leather coat, fingerless gloves, and the same handkerchief. He played the same Keytar he's always had, he played what he thought was a good melody which was just off key random off tone keys that formed a tune from a mix of the worst of the 80's sample instrumentals. Star stopped and looked down as if preparing. Star took a deep breath.

She slowly walked to the hood of the car. He didn't even look at her as she walked up to him. She was bouncing up and down both nervous and hopeful.

"Hey…" She said. He didn't even look up. "Uh… Oskar?" She stuttered waving a hand in front his face.

He jerked up but he went neutral again when he saw it was Star. "Oh, hey…"

Star looked down took a deep breath, counted to three under her breath "I always thought you were cute wanna go out?!" She said in one breath.

Oskar looked at her… features. Examining her as if she was an art piece. Marco glared from the background. Oskar shrugged. "Sure…"

Star opened her eyes. "Really!?" She said a large grin on her face, her eyes twinkling.

Oskar chuckled lightly. "Yeah…" He looked up and down, examining yet again. "You're pretty hot… So why not."

Star ignored the rather rude remark and just relished in the feeling. She responded by squeezing, which he hesitantly returned.

Marco sat back watching, his blood boiling. Oskar only agreed because he liked the way she looked, nothing more nothing less. He hoped that this wouldn't last wrong. Hoping Star would come to the conclusion that Oskar wasn't good for her.

Marco heaved Star into her large bed. She was already unconscious by the time he even got through her bedroom door. He silently walked back to his room.

The changes began a week and a half after they started dating.

It began with her hair, she hid it at first, Marco found out about it when walking in her room and saw her brushing her hair to find the ends of which were dyed purple, this wasn't too eyebrow but Marco did prod her, asking if Oskar pressured her into it. Star responded with mild frustration and that she did it because she wanted to.

Next came the make up. Smokey mascara and lipstick of many colors. Again this didn't give Marco too much alarms but again what scared him is what could come next. Star was a rather naive and after pining for Oskar for so long, she would probably do a lot to keep him.

His fear proved true when her clothes got darker. Leather coats, Punk t-shirts, darker color skirts, nylons and black boots and heels.

He called back to when he first at least caught Star drunk. He felt his heart sink when he saw Star like that. She had officially fallen. Oskar almost seemed like he was on a mission to corrupt her.

Her attitude became more stand-offish and sassy. Her vocabulary became more crude. She began incorporating cuss words into her sentences. Marco kept trying to talk to her but the more he prodded the more she pushed him away. She talked to him less, avoided him.

The one that left Marco in silence, was the tattoo. She hid it at first, made sure to always wear a coat, jacket or hoodie around anyone. But finally, after catching her off guard, he saw and was utterly speechless. Some harsh words were exchanged.

"STAR!" Marco screamed. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING"

"Shut up!" Star whisper-screamed. "The last thing I need is for you to snitch on me. You better keep your mouth shut!"

Marco stood aback. "Star! Those are permanent!" Marco put on a more aggressive stance. "I'm tired of this. Oskar is poisoning you! You can't be with him anymore."

SLAP!

A red handprint sat fresh on Marco's face as he was stricken with surprise.

Tears of frustration and anger ran down Star's face, causing her mascara to run with it. "You shut up! You don't know anything about him or me! Talk crap on him one more time and I won't hesitate to blast you to next week!"

Marco just looked down. And walked out.

That's another thing, her wand. The look of the wand changes depending on the user's personality. Well with Star's descent her want morphed. A Dark purple star, with a black tiara on the top point, bat wings sticking out each side of the star. Marco knew it was beyond help when her wand changed. He wanted this to stop but if he told his parents they would tell Star's parents and he would never see her again

Marco laid in bed. Everything seemed to be crumbling around him just because of one guy. Star went from a nice positive, fun girl to just, another angsty teen.

He refused to accept it, Star was in there and Marco could crack through and bring her back. He wouldn't let Oskar ruin her.

Marco drifted to sleep, he hoped that the future would be the start of something, hopefully, promising.