A/N: Star may be kinda sorta… eh… ooc in this chapter. Same goes for Marco. It's an AU for a reason though.
As always, suddenly, Star was unhappy. She looked at her hair, her blue eyes, and thought about what they had said about her – their words pierced her through and through.
"Star Butterfly talks like a horse."
"I'd never be friends with her."
"Star Butterfly is a loser."
"She's liked and admired by nobody."
She couldn't even look at her own body in the mirror without the words whispering in her ear, forcing her to remain stationary, and cutcutcut. No, instead, she had to worry about what to wear tomorrow, sit by herself to eat lunch…
But as she held up the bottle of pills and closed her eyes, she could remember Mewni vividly: its colour, the gorgeous silks and furs of the palace she had lived in… compared to what she had today in her lank room, missing the excitement of her wild unicorn, or…
She'd done it again, acting weird. A word she'd heard too often – if she ever tried to express her thoughts in English over creative writing, she had to see the counsellor or 'talk separately' with the teacher.
Star instantly stopped dwelling on these negative thoughts, and tried to think of her plan.
Her life on Earth seemed to come to a stop as she poured all the pills into a paper bag, leaving the container empty and lying on her bed, to the left, turned towards the centre.
She wouldn't come back to Mewni.
Their words were louder in her ears as she cradled her wand, only to create a double of herself. She sat on the bed and looked at herself for a second, hearing the sound of the clock, running her hands down the cheek of her double.
Two minutes passed, and Star was still hopelessly dithering. Her eyes glassily focussed on the clock, but it was no use.
Calmly, she took the hand of her double and, struggling to hold her tears, she continued to cry as she painted the nails then eased off the shoe.
She began to paint the toenails, and decided to let it smudge, placing one finger in her mouth, and the nail varnish was quickly put away. Star finished off herself by curling a strand of hair with that finger, dressing her hair up as well as she could.
Then Star reached for her window, opening it, and allowed the curtain to flap, and the wind to blow until her room became colder, to the point where she had to practically pin her shawl to her head. It was worth it though.
Her hair was hidden, and she kept her head low, conscious she'd left the window open.
She chanted another spell, which allowed her to float to the front of the house, and there was no longer a trace of her even being there. Star was literally gone with the wind.
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"Star?" Marco asked, opening the door, only to find Star lying in her bed peacefully, arms folded and her wand lying next to her slightly tilted head.
He smiled, under the assumption she was sleeping, carefully moving his hand to avoid suffocating Star or crushing her nose under its weight, tapping her as gently as he could manage on her head.
He had taken extra care not to touch her temple.
"Star? It's time for dinner. I might make you nachos after, too."
Star didn't wake up, of course. That was when he felt confused, and then sick, as a pain shot up through his leg, weakening them – he realised there was an empty packet of pills next to Star's body.
She was dead. His knees twisted behind him, and he seemed to accelerate in the air for a second, before plummeting to the ground on his knees, hearing angels sing in his ears – they tugged at her soul, until Star screamed, forced away from her own body.
Her screams were louder, and there was a horrible ripping sound, the angels floating and disappearing into the air with her soul cradled in their hands. Star's mouth slowly shut, and her eyes flickered for a second, then her body stopped.
Her chest dropped, her eyes closed, her brain refused to function – she simply lay there with a sweet smile on her face.
He screamed in anguish over her body, unsure of what could've driven her to such limits. The anguish flowing through him wasn't enough, tears were streaming down his face, and his hands rested on her forehead.
She'd always been happy, but it was a mask – something she hid her sadness under.
Marco lifted her arm from the duvet, and saw a few marks up her arm – either from the bully, or from herself. Blood was covering her arm, but it was dry, which sickened him – this had been going on for a while – one of the cuts was beginning to heal.
It never would.
His reputation had never been worth it – instead, he was beginning to wish he'd never ignored her – he saw her eat lunch on her own, yet she had always… always…
Walked with a group of girls. That had convinced him she was settling in, she had friends.
No, behind a group of girls.
He had never been observant enough.
And he was paying the full price for it. He couldn't bring himself to call his parents.
Instead, he kept his hand clasped to hers, and sobbed over her body – it was the perfect two, her body cold and numb, his hands warm and clammy.
He lay wordlessly on the bed, Star's corpse turned in his direction – the two lay there, practically entwined in the duvet, their noses touching, and both their eyes closed.
Only one of them was sleeping.
A/N: Sorry for the duplication! It was a glitch. :)