REVISED (Again...)(6/2/19): My piss poor 'revision' last year didn't make a difference. Changed A LOT of lines. Words in mirror are now different. Chapter is smoother to read.

(6/16/18)REVISED: Due to song lyrics (which is not allowed) and improper grammar.

Please see ending A/N for more details.

Hey. I'm Back with another chapter of 'One More Shot'.

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(To: Useful76) Yes. This does indeed take place before 'Running With Scissors' ever happened. Thanks for leaving a review. I hope I did a good enough job for this story.

From now on, I will continuously upload 'One More Shot'. Even though I have to redeem myself on this story (especially after my first one), I still have to write chapters of 'The Exchange Student'. Although, I'm still finding a way to balance my time with this and my other story.

Disclaimer: Star vs. The Forces of Evil belongs to Daron Nefcy.

Story is mine.

Life Doesn't Change, But People Do.

After reminiscing that heartbreaking moment of his life, Marco woke up. He was in his own room, sitting on the bed; deep in thought. He had his arms on his knees while his hands covered his face, thinking whether he should stay home or not. He still needs to go to school, but he was missing classes lately.

Does it matter if he still goes to school? It's not like it'll be much use to him.

The only thing school does to people is pressure them with useless homework and tests. He was starting to doubt his own academy. Was it useful? Is it important? Will it matter if he was the top student in the academy?

The answer to all three of those questions, is NO!

Learning is only useful if it was something you'll experience. School isn't even that important. Grades are just letters written in a piece of paper. Nobody cares if you're smart! NOBODY!

After wasting twenty minutes of his life thinking, he stood up from his bed and went to the bathroom. The room where he had released all of his despair and anger for the past few years. He went inside the bathroom, a dim lighting in the entire room. Markings were written all across the walls, the mirror being the main victim. Every marking on the wall was written in black, while the ones in the mirror was written in red. Each sentence has a meaning for him. Marco slowly made his way to the blood-like stained mirror. He was reading each reminder he wrote. The ones on the side of the mirror read...

'Why did you leave me?'

'Is it my fault?'

'Please don't leave me, Star...'

'I love you...'

There were invisible voices around him, saying everything he had read. The voices repeated every single phrase they said. The voices filled every space of the bathroom, slowly tearing his mind to pieces. As the voices got louder, the pain would get even more intense. It came to a point where he wasn't able to take the pain anymore. He wanted it to go away.

And he knew just what to do.

Crack.

He stared at the broken mirror, a broken and cracked version of him stared back. Hands bleeding, he decided to leave one last reminder for him. He grabbed the nearby razor blade, and started to cut out the skin of his own hand. As more blood dripped from his palms, a smile overcame his face. The feeling of pain...is what gave him pleasure.

With hands now bleeding, he started writing something in the middle of the mirror. Almost covering it entirely. He then wrote his message; with an expressionless face.

'I hope you die! Butterfly!'

Done with the message, he begrudgingly took bandages from the medical kit and started to wrap his left palm. Finishing with his failure of an attempt of healing himself, he left the room. He approached his closet and opened it. Once it opened, a red hoodie and skinny jeans appeared in front of him...

His signature clothes.

Marco produced a frown as he saw these certain pair of clothes. Every time he saw his normal clothes, it reminds him of the redundancy he experienced growing up. Everything was the same old boring thing it used to be. Even the memory made him scrunch his nose out of hate. That redundant part of him had disappeared and left him after Star departed from his life. Throwing his signature clothes aside, he wore a black windbreaker, ripped pants, and black sneakers.

After going out of his bedroom, he half-expected to see a door open in front of him. That door he was thinking of was none other than his best friend's door. Remembering that she didn't even leave a door put his mood in the sewers. Marco pulled the hood of his windbreaker above his head and went downstairs. He saw both of his parents looking at him; surprised. They continued to look at him and it was quite aggravating.

"What?" He snarled. Giving them an aggressive look.

"Nothing. His mother turned her head away for a second before staring back at him. "Where are you going, anyways?"

"School." Why do they care if he goes there or not? It's his decision!

"Really?" Rafael Diaz asked. "You haven't left your room in a while, mijo. Are you sure about this?"

"I don't care! you OLD BASTARD!" Marco snapped. "I'll do whatever I want!"

"What did you say young man!?" Angie shouted with anger. "You're in big trouble!"

"FUCK OFF, BITCH!" Marco retorted. He walked and opened the door, before stepping outside. "YOU DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL!"

He slammed the door and went outside. Marco left the house,without any conscience about swearing to his parents. As he walked in anger; stomping his foot at every step, he saw several people eyeing him. He completely ignored this and walked away.

Meanwhile, both Rafael and Angie were in shock. Not because their only son called them a you-know-what, but because of how disrespectful he turned out to be. Both of them did their best just to raise him, nurture him into becoming a fine young man.

Bitter emotions filled them, knowing they had failed.

Thinking that the safest and nicest kid as well as their son at the same time, was able to disrespect his parents without any reason and conscience. They stayed silent for a moment until tears fell down from Angie's face, she started muttering incoherent words. Rafael quickly came to her comfort and hugged her. As she cried on his chest, she tightened her hug to him. She looked at her husband and asked...

"What happened to my son?" She sobbed in between breaths.

They didn't know...

They didn't want to know...

XxXxX

Arriving at school, Marco made his way to his first class. Even though he was in tenth grade, it seems that he was always stuck with the same classmates and same teachers. The school never fails to be repetitive, and that was a a fucking understatement. Hell, it's already been three years and Miss Skullnick is still his Math teacher.

This redundant life and school is what made him feel even worse. The fact that nothing new is happening in his life, drove him to a point where he doesn't even care whether he's repeating everything or not. Marco; the person who was always in front of the class, now sits in the corner. A dark corner where nobody can even see him. Every time a teacher calls out his name, he either ignores them or glares at them like a mad dog about to go loose.

Marco thought about ditching the entire school day, nothing important came into his brain anyway. But as he was about to get up and walk away, the bell rang, signifying that it was time to fill their hunger. Marco was the first one to stand up and walk away while the rest of the class was still listening to the lecture of his current teacher. Marco reached for the door until a teacher decided to halt his movements.

"Where do you think you're going, young man?" The man asked. "I haven't dismissed the class yet."

"The fucking bell rang, deaf bitch." Marco retorted. He never liked the guy, always giving him detentions and shit like that.

"The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do." The professor glared at the young boy; who was glaring back in return.

"Then what's the fucking point of the bell then?!" Marco grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him closer to his face. "Listen here, you old bastard, I do whatever I want, and I don't care if rule-loving asskissing fuckers like you hate me for it."

Marco let go of the man and walked away, with the professor and his classmates in shock. The professor was mainly shocked due to the way he had treated him with such disrespect, rendering the man angry.

The students although, were more on the confused side. They had never saw Marco like that. Sure, they may have seen him sulking for the last three years, but Marco didn't dare try to threaten anyone like that. Especially when it comes to adults or someone with a higher position than him. Everyone just stared at the door, wondering what happened to the safe-loving boy they used to

Marco; instead of going to the cafeteria, went outside. He was getting kinda mad from other people and he had to vent somewhere. He went to the parking lot and sat on one of the cars, then looked up on the sky. Somehow, the sky had managed to slowly get rid of his anger. The feeling of the sky, it was so free. It was happy and composed. It reminded him of the times he was still in his body. He was the one that built this character. The one who filled Marco with happiness and safety at all times. Without Star, he would've died right then.

But he died when she left.

As he was about to fall asleep, he then heard an acoustic guitar strumming. He looked around to see where the sound is coming from, but was not able to detect it. He listened once more to hear the sound of strumming, but instead of hearing a guitar, he was surprised to hear a voice. The voice was singing, with its melody and harmony to the guitar. Marco was able to find the voice due to it being more clear, he looked behind him and saw something that shocked him. The one singing and playing the guitar was none of the wiser...

Oskar Greason.

Marco just realized that he was laying on the backside of his car, but he didn't care about that for the moment. He mostly cared about the fact that Oskar was singing and playing guitar at the same time, and quite impressively to be clear. The Oskar he knew was the one who always played the keytar terribly, murdering people via shitty music. He also knew that he never sang that good. He found this Oskar to be quite interesting, this Oskar played an acoustic guitar and sang perfectly.

But the thing that got the interest of Marco the most, was the song he was singing. With his harmonic voice, he sang...

"Don't go, please stay, and never run away,

My life is getting worse every second of the day,

Wait up, just stop, stay still like a rock,

I have something in my throat that's stuck..."

Oskar gasped for air as he paused for a moment and was getting ready for the chorus.

"I'm saying this because I love you,

And I'm not lying because it's really true,

These were the words I wanted to say:

I...Love...You."

He didn't know what caused it, but his heart felt heavier after hearing those lines. As if his heart was almost going to crack into a million pieces. But is his heart still there?

Or did it part away when he broke up with a certain someone?

Thanks for reading another chapter of 'One More Shot'

Revised A/N note:

I just did a recheck on the guidelines to see that I apparently, have broken the rules. More specifically, rule number three of 'Actions Not Allowed'. And that rule is copying from a previously published work (including musical lyrics). So in order to not get a lawsuit, I decided to make my very own song. This song will be called 'Speechless'. Not sure if that fits the song in any way possible, but it gets the job done.

I know you expected a new chapter, but wait a little longer okay? The next chapter is going to be my final chapter before temporarily going away to start school. I'll make sure I post it by tomorrow or sunday so I could leave something for you to read.

That being said, thanks for reading and I'll see you in the next chapter.

Crazyman out.