Midnight has given up. All of her friends abandoned her. All of her love interests had left. Midnight Melody Wolff was left with nothing but the people she hated. And a few other things~
     She began wearing even darker clothes, and basically turned punk. She'd started carrying around spray paint and pocket knives at all times. Alleys were littered with her art, and she loved it. Her art was all she had.
     Of course, Midnight ran a gang. A few dumb but strong guys at her side to give her that extra "I'll kick your ass" feel. She was the one in the basement getting high off of the fumes caused by spray painting at the party. She was the one showing off her tattoos, fangs and split tongue. She was the one getting drunk. She was the one that drove home wasted and half-awake.
     She had long sense moved out of her parents house, just barely hanging on to her high school grades. Midnight lived with a few of her gang members, meaning the place always smelled of smoke and paint fumes. And they liked it that way. They all had nothing so they gave themselves something.

A life of high.
A life of drunk.
A life of happy.
A life of numb.

And she liked it that way.

Well... Just an alternate universe. I could and might write about it sometime. Maybe. Lol fanart might be nice but nobody would draw that so yeah. Might draw it myself.