What if I didn't?

Chapter Six: History

(Marcos POV)

Star and I sat next to each other at the table eating our eggs. I held her hand. Her breath was shaking. After we finished, I helped her up and gave her the crutch. We cleaned our dishes and went over to the couch. I sat down and Star lay her head into my chest. We just sat there for a few minutes. She leaned forward and looked at me quizzically. "Marco?"
"Yes, Star?"
"Why do you think the shooter did it?" I looked at her. This was a subject I didn't want to explain. It was complicated and sad, and I wasn't sure she'd be helped. I looked at we leg and saw the bandages. I straightened up. She had a right to know. I exhaled deeply. "Well, he's what's called a terrorist. He follows a certain religion, and people who follow that religion a certain, incorrect way think that it's their job to kill people who don't follow that religion. It's very complicated. But it happens every other month or so, a terrorist attack. It's sad, I don't try to understand all of it." She looked at me and grabbed my hand. "It's okay, let's not talk about it if you don't want to." I looked at her and smiled. "Thanks Star." She leaned in slowly. I reached my hand up to her cheek. Our lips met. Not three seconds later, a loud knock was heard at the door. Star jumped and yelped in fear. I looked at her. She looked like she had when she was behind the shooter, all instinctive fear. I kissed her quickly. "It's okay. It's nothing bad." I promise. I walked to the door and peek out the window. Two black SUVs had pulled up in the curb. Two men in suits and glasses stood at my door. I could see the bulges in their chests indicating guns. Behind them, two men stood with blue jackets with "FBI" emblazoned on in yellow. They were speaking into phones, and they had sub machine guns at their side. Behind them stood two men in bulletproof vests with assault rifles. I ducked my head back in. I turned to Star. She looked at me questioningly. "Star, I have to let these guys in. They're a little intimidating, so, brace yourself." She nodded. I opened the door. The two men looked at me. The others dropped the phones. "Hello, my name is agent Martin, this is agent Vance. We have some questions about what happened yesterday. We understand you're the one who saved people by tackling the shooter." I stopped. I hadn't thought about that. I wasn't thinking about everyone else, just Star. I didn't feel like a hero. People died. I pushed the thought away. "Y-yeah, come on in." Immediately they pulled their guns and stepped in, pointing the guns everywhere. Including at Star. She screamed and fell of the couch, landing hard on her bad leg. She was sobbing and screaming. I yelled over the noise to the Agents: "PUT THE GUNS DOWN, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE HER GO CRAZY. SHE'S TRAUMATIZED FROM YESTERDAY." They understood and complied. I saw Star limping away, not putting much weight on her leg, but enough to hurt. I flew across the room and grabbed her hand. She was about to scream, but she saw it was me and looked straight into my eyes. For a moment, I felt a shock, and suddenly I saw myself from where she was, I saw people yelling at her, myself, dead, Toffee with a kings crown, I saw Star falling through the air, and the shooter knocking down my front door. Then it stopped. I looked at her in shock and she at me with a look of surprise, sorrow, and shock. We had just seen each others minds. She fell into me and hugged me, crying. I supported her by the waist and kissed her forehead, and I realized I was sobbing. The event had fully awoken all my suppressed feelings of sadness. I hugged her closer than ever. I kissed her on the lips and she calmed down. I grabbed her hand and touched my hand to her cheek. "We're okay." I said. "Marco, I'm sorry, I didn't want to-" I cut Star off. "It's okay, really. Come on, these men need our help." We sat down next to each other, across from the agents. One of them pulled a paper out of his file and read from it. "So you are Marco Ubaldo Diaz, correct?" "Yes, I am." "And you are Star Butterfly, and it says here you are a- uh, 'Princess from another dimension'?" "Yes, I am." The agent seemed to consider arguing, but he glanced at the wand, and the protrusions in Stars back that indicated her wings, and decided against it. "Okay then. So you were both at the shooting, and you were both injured. Can you recount to us what happened?" I looked at Star. She nodded at me and squeezed my hand. We told our stories, and a few times tears overcame us. When we finished, the agents looked at us. "Marco, we would like to commend you for your bravery, and your willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice. America thanks you, and you will most likely be honored for your bravery." I was a bit shocked by this. "Th-thank you." They nodded. "Now we have one main question for you, Star. Why is it you didn't defend yourself and your peers? If what you say is true, you posses tremendous power. Why not use it?" I sucked in a sharp breath and looked at Star. This was what I knew she feared most, being blamed for the death of the others in the school. She was sitting perfectly still, eyes wide, tears forming, mouth open in horror. I noticed her wand losing nearly all color. She began to shake. I glanced at the agents, unsure of what to say, they looked at me, puzzled. Suddenly, one of them had a look of understanding in his eyes, then of horror. He opened his mouth to say something. Too late. Star let out a wail of despair and attempted to flee, but put too much weight on her leg and collapsed. I glanced to the agents. Before I could ask them to leave, one looked the other and indicated they should go. On the way out, he mouthed, 'I'm sorry' at me. I nodded and ran to Star. She was collapsed against the wall, crying into her hands and gasping for breath. I pulled her arms around me and she clung to me and cried. She wasn't sobbing, just crying hard. I held her into myself, and realized that though I was silent, tears were running down my face nearly as fast as hers. We sat there for what seemed like years. I could've sat there while time passed, while the world ended, but nothing would've mattered. After a few minutes, Star looked at me with red eyes and asked a question that chilled me to the bones. "Marco? Did I kill them?" I froze. I looked at her, my eyes wide. "Wha-what d'you mean?" "I mean is it my fault that they're dead? Those men knew I should've saved them, the world will too. What if you had died because I was afraid?" I looked at her in horror and shock. Our fears were the opposite. While I feared getting to the shooter too late, she feared I got to him too early, resulting in my death. I was shaking. "Star- of course you didn't kill them. You didn't kill anyone. You were scared, and if anyone blames you for that, they're insane. Star, you are the most beautiful, amazing, cool, fun girl in any dimension, and I love you for that. You will always have me by your side, that I swear. You did nothing wrong yesterday. And don't worry about me. I'm scared just like you, but I'm scared for you more than myself. I want to know that you're okay. Are you okay, Star?" She sighed and put her head next to mine. "I- I don't know. Is anyone now?" I looked at her and kissed her forehead. At that moment the phone rang. I helped Star onto the couch, threw her the remote, and ran for the phone.

(Stars POV)

I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. All I saw was more coverage of the shooting. I sighed and muted the TV. I lay down and thought. When Marco and I had seen each others minds, what I saw surprised me. I saw myself dead, and then I saw myself about to die, with Marco screaming for the shooter to kill him instead. One other thing I saw, or at least thought I saw, was muddy, but it looked like me, or at least my body, broken on the ground below my window, as though I was thrown from the balcony. I wasn't sure, I could've imagined it. Marco came jogging over to me, phone in hand. "Star, my parents are gonna be back really late tonight, so we're on our own for the rest of the day." He sat down next to me. I lay my head down in his lap and shut my eyes. Suddenly, I bolted up as Marco said, "Hey, that's me!" I looked at the news station to see Marcos picture, above the word hero. Next, an image of Marco and I outside the school with bandages on, heads on each others shoulders, appeared on screen. I looked at him in surprise. "Do you want to turn it up?" He was staring at the screen with his mouth hanging open. My question seemed to bring him back. He looked at the picture of us, then at me. "You know what? I don't. Nothing they say matters, what I did is done. We're here and we're alive, and that's what matters." He leaned in and kissed me. I fell into his arms and continued kissing him passionately. We stayed there, kissing, until we fell asleep with each others lips touching. 

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