[I just love that comic]

POV STAR
I walk into the dining room to see my parents eating away at there food. I hold my shoulder, it's the only thing I fixed up and I barely did that. My legs were still cut up, probably some glass in my skin still. Sitting down, I stare at my food but decide not to eat it. I just push it around my plate and think.
"Wait am I supposed to pretend like nothing happened!?" I suddenly blurt out.
"Hmm?" My dad looks up.
"You guys almost murdered my boyfriend!" I scream, then push out of my mouth. "I meant best friend!"
My mom sighs. "Star he wasn't who you thought he was. No matter what feelings you had about him he is a demon, and he is messed up."
"Well so am I!" I rebuttal, then realization smacks me flat in he face, "That came out wrong."
"Oh Star..." My mom sighs.
"Don't 'Oh Star' me! You lied to me! You both did! All this time ALL this time i thought Angels were role models but instead... We're the freaking demons!"
"Perfection comes at a price."
"Perfection!?" I scream. "You are FAR from perfect! Who do you think you are!"
"Don't talk to your mom that way!" My dad stands up and so do I.
"No River she is right." My mom stays seated. "To her, I am not perfect."
"Perfection is all perspective!" I shout, quoting my dad.
"Well I..." My dad stutters
"But we're Angels." My mom smirks.
"So?"
"So whose perspective on perfection is the stronger, I lowly demon or mine?"
"Uh..." My ears were in shock.
"It's my duty to help every dimension, and that means sacrifices." My mom sighs. "If it had worked, one demon for the sake of all humanity would have been a small price."
"But it DIDNT work!" I shout. "So what's next?"
My mom takes a deep breath. "More monsters just like him."
"GAH!" I grind my teeth and storm out of the room. Then sneak back in, grab my plate and storm back out. I stick a carrot in my mouth and munch on it, storming right to my mom's study.
"I can't believe that!" I shout to myself as I storm to the room. "She actually think this is a good idea!?" I march to the door and try to open it. But alas locked...
I press my ear to the door and try to hear what's going on, but silence. Lots of silence.
Which either meant:
1. Marco is dead
2. Toffee is dead
3. The door was too thick
Hopefully it was 2 or 3. I fall back in defeat, letting my hair pull up on the top of my head as I fell down the door. What now? I could go back ignorantly or save Marco. Save Marco... Then what? Train him like an animal? Set him free? Hide him for all of eternity? What do I tell their parents? Tom? If I say my mom did it then a war would start and the demons would either be all gone or reign supreme, but then? I'd be killed either way, angels and demons don't give up.
"What now?" I mumble, pulling my knees to my chest. I feel like crying but I can't, I just can't find the right feeling to make myself do it. I'm sad and angry and scared and nervous and anxious and everything balled in one.
My mind is shaken by a scream, one from behind the door. I jump up and I begin to shake. It sounded like Marco, it IS Marco.
"Marco no!" I scream and smash my gists into the door. "Open open open open OPEN!"
Soon my body feels weightless and u slip into the air. The world gets a glow to it and I feel a tingle. My hearts feel warm, my eyes burning in a nice way. Soon I'm on the ground, the door slides open silently.
"Woah." I smile. "I'm hardcore." And grab my plate and run through the door. Thankfully, the next door was open and I managed to open it the loudest way possible, dinner still in my hand, only half a carrot eaten. I barge in to see Toffee working on something with a screw driver. I begin to sneak by him.
"Hi," he mumbles, not looking up.
"What?" I say, "Aren't you gonna try to stop me."
"That's not what I'm payed for." He mumbles and I shrug and continue to walk by. Then he calls, "If your mom asked you snuck by."
"Don't worry she never asks." I growl and walk into Marco's cage-room thing. It was dark, but I held up my hand and found the light switch (forgetting the fact that I had light powers) The glass was replaced by three thicker pains. The door had a passcode on it, but when I tug on the handle I found it was left open.
"Marco?" I call and look around.
"FOOD!" I hear him yell and I look up to find him on the ceiling. He lets his hands go and goes to land on top of me but I dodge, almost dropping my food.
"No Marco!" I scream and he bends down and bares his teeth. "I am not food! This is food!" I slide he plate toward him. I watch carefully as he sniffs the plate, swatting at some of the vegetables confused.
"Want food!" He growls and smashes his claw into the food.
"No Marco that is food." I smile, keeping my eyes open. "It's a carrot. You've eaten one before, remember? You made me eat a tarantula."
"Yummy." He says as he licks his lips, looking at me. "Want real food."
"Look." I teach and grab a carrot and take a bite. "Eat." I reach out my hand and offer him some. He sniffs it and opens his mouth, I could tell he was going for my hand instead. At the last second I pull my hand back and he eats the carrot instead. He chews it and coughs it up, leaving a trail of smashed orange carrots on the floor. 
"Hahahha oh Marco." I laugh like we were just two friends hanging out.
"Star."
"Huh?"
"St-star." He growls again.
"Yeah." I smile. "I am Star."
"H-Hungry." Marco coughs. "Give food."
I look back at the door. "Maybe Toffee has some..."
Suddenly Marco is on top of my and is pinning me to the floor. "Hungry. Food. Star."
"I can't get you food-"
"Star." He interrupts. "Sorry."
"Huh?" I look at him. His eyes had some black under it like a marble at the bottom of milk.
"Fault. My fault. All." He said in his broken voice.
"What?" I say as he slides off of me.
"Help. Want. Sorry." He coughs in a growl.
"Stop it!" I scream, my eyes teary. "This isn't your fault! It's mine! All mine!"
"No." Marco meets eyes with me, his pupils beginning to show. "I shouldn't. St. O."
"I should have trusted you."I grab his shoulders and look at my lap. "It's all my fault Marco. I let you become this."
"No Star." I feel him touch my hair. "This is all my fault."

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