Midnight and Wednesday were best friends. They had known each other a little before school, since Midnight lived just down the street from the Addams'. They had only had one play date before her parents freaked out about the Addams' and forbid her from going there ever again. It was more out of spite than anything, really. You see, Midnight's parents hadn't wanted her.
They named her Midnight, not because they loved the time, but because they said it symbolized what she was to them. Blackness, as black as her soul, as black as the hatred they felt for her. She was abused from an early age, though they were always careful to never leave a print where anyone could see it. The only time she had felt happy was when she was playing with Wednesday Addams. Though her parents were frightened by the Addams adults, the real reason she couldn't go back was that they didn't like how well she and Wednesday got along.
She didn't see Wednesday again until their first day of school. She was dressed in a pale yellow dress, faded and old, that she had found in the attic. Makeup carefully concealed any bruises on her arms and legs, as the dress was sleeveless and knee length. It clashed horribly with her pale skin, the result of being locked inside, and her dark brown hair, which grew darker every day. She kept to herself, and by lunch she was dubbed as a loser.
No one would talk to her even if she would have wanted them to. Except Wednesday. From the first, the young girl was known to be vicious. Everyone avoided her like the plague. Midnight couldn't be certain if Wednesday remembered her from their brief friendship years prior, or if she was just odd enough to be accepted.
Either way, they hit it off. They discussed torture, weapons, and other violent things. As the weeks passed, the girls grew closer. Finally, one day close to Halloween, Wednesday invited Midnight over for a play date. Midnight took to the Addams' immediately.
Instead of quivering in fear when she saw Lurch, she simply followed Wednesday past him and into the spacious front hall. She loved the mansion, and wasted no time in telling her friend. When Morticia offered them a snack, which consisted of blood and bats' wings, she accepted and enjoyed it, finding it far better than the table scraps she usually received. They were impressed, and told her guests normally refused the food. They spent the afternoon "playing" with Pugsley, Wednesday's baby brother.
Night fell, and Midnight grew scared to go home. When Gomez offered to walk her home, she refused. It was bad enough that she had been gone so long, it would be even worse if she showed up with Gomez Addams as an escort. Besides, he was a man, and she didn't trust men. After a hug from Morticia, whom she did trust, and a promise to be back on Halloween, she headed home.
Her parents showed no mercy when she got home. She had scarcely deposited her backpack on the floor when she was grabbed by the ponytail. Her mother and father took turns yelling awful curses and insults at her, reinforcing each statement with a blow. By the time they left her in peace, she had several large bruises shaped like hands, some shallow cuts, at least one large gash that should probably have had stitches, and a black eye. She limped up to her room and cried, wishing with all her heart that she had a family like Wednesday's.
It was Halloween when Wednesday noticed the bruises. Midnight thought she had concealed them all under her witch's makeup, but she must have missed a few. So she told Wednesday about her parents and made her swear not to tell. As the weeks went by, the more time she spent at the Addams', and the worse the abuse got.