warnings: mentions of abuse, death oh and this is sad/angsty
It was nice to feel the sun again, Star thought. The boardwalk sure was calm during the day.
"You okay Star?" Michael said gently next to her.
She nodded her head quickly
"I'm fine Michael, I'm enjoying the heat."
It's been a week since her friends/family/captors were killed. Laddie was returned safely to his family. She was glad. That kid had a bright future.
Michael sat across from her on his grandpa's porch. Star was ever grateful for Lucy's talent in making lemonade. That shit was good.
She assured the Emmerson's that she has a place to stay. But did she really? The sunken hotel would be pretty empty without the boys.
The last home before that? She ran away from her dad and 2 sisters.
Star doesn't really remember what her name was before Star.
I mean, who would go to the murder capital willingly? She just hopped on a bus and never went back.
She assured-no-promised Lucy she had a place to stay. And yet here was the one and only Lost Girl walking into the crowds of the boardwalk.
-"You sure you don't want to stay at our place?" Sam asked
-"No, no! Don't worry about me" Star lied through her teeth.
She didn't want to stay in the house where the only family that cared for her died brutally.
At least Michael understood a bit. She's pretty sure that he and David had something going on, but she didn't dare to ask. He has the same sad eyes as she does.
Sam nodded hesitantly before running off with his friends. The friends that started all this. The friends that saved her. The friends that killed the people that make her feel safe at the boardwalk.
She didn't mean to have their blood on her hands. She just felt guilty about taking Laddie, and didn't exactly want to kill innocent people.
she didn't even say goodbye.
Next thing Star knew, her legs were moving one after another towards that familiar place. Sure, she could've asked Michael for a ride, but she just left.
It's been a few hours, and it should be past dinnertime by now. And there it was, the hotel.
The bed, the tapestries, David's cigarettes, that bottle and...Marko?
Marko!
She ran fast to the laying body on the ground. Marko always looked dead, but she never noticed how haunting it could be. It looked like he was sleeping.
And she held him.
And she cried.
i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry
There was one thing they had in common, and that was the gaping hole in their chests.
she grabbed David's cigs and Paul's lighter. She lit it and puffed out smoke.
"Consider this my goodbye to The Lost Boys. Didn't live long enough." she said in a raspy voice in the empty cave before she brought the cigarette back to her lips
