I hope you like this story 'cause I enjoyed writing it. It is a little cliché kind of plot but well... The idea is that every chapter has been written representing / resembling a song from My chemical romance. The titles of the chapters are songs names and there will be pieces of songs all over the written as well.

Ahead you'll find violence, blood, rage, strong language, guns, booze, drugs, blasphemy, suicidal tendencies (maybe), homosexuality (of course)... and I think that's it.

Famous last words: This is a Marceline centred fic. There will be Bubbline but not too much.

Prologue: The Sharpest Lives

Loud music, pounding through her ears. The air is thick, humid and hot. It smells like sweat and smoke, various kinds of smoke, some particularly strong. The darkness is shoved away for an instant as colorful flashes travel, being swallowed again by the black scene. It repeats frantically, giving the sensation that time doesn't flows, but goes back and forth constantly. People faces appears and disappears, moving all around as in a lame stop motion short film.

This scene of life is like a scratched CD that repeats a loop indefinitely, until the sound lost its meaning and form, being a noise that makes your brain to isolate from reality drowning in a passive anxiety. It is bearable because she's drunk. The sensation of being lost in nowhere is a good match for drunkenness.

In a far corner, oblivious to everyone else, lays an unknown guy, whose name nobody cares about. He had sniffed hard, too hard, too much. He's embracing his knees, rocking back and forth in a quick pace, looking everywhere with wide eyes, terrified: the sensation of being lost in nowhere is a bad match for paranoia.

Marceline exits the house where the party is being held. The outside air is breathable, however it still stinks like piss and puke, sometimes the wind carries away the odor. Her ears are momentary deaf as she walks in to the night silence. She doesn't know anybody here, but it looked to her as a good opportunity to try to forget the resent events.

Lights a cigarette, and inhales profoundly. The smoke makes sore her throat, but the feeling isn't annoying anymore.

By a dark spot a couple is making out loudly, she can't obviate the sound and mechanically just by instinct turns her head too look what it is about. Then the guy even with his business in hand stares at her.

"Hey! Watcha looking dyke? You damn peeper! Stop watching us!"

"I didn't mean to"

"Damn pervert! You wish you had a dick isn't it? That's why you are peeping!" says the guy getting away from his girlfriend and grabbing his cock

"Fuck you man! If you don't want to be looked at then get a room!" she mocks with a twisted grin.

"Don't laugh at me!"

"If it looks like I'm laughing I'm really just asking to leave" says Marceline with a boring tone, walking away.

The man gets angrier then grab Marceline's shoulder making her spin around. He spits at her face taking her by surprise "Fuck you, dyke" he says grinning pushing her. Her blood starts to boil, her face turns red, and she clenches her fists. Her mind is trying to find a reason to contain herself, but there's none, the one that existed had died two days ago. All she had been hiding, all the pain, the rage she feels for this unfair world got released in just an instant. She tackles the guy throwing him hard...

"I don't think is a good idea guys" says Bonnie to her two companions, Lady and Jake. The shorter one is Jake, he is chubby and has hair all over his face, resembling a teddy bear. The taller is a blond slender girl, her nose stands out on her face.

"Ow common! It will be just a moment. If you don't like it we will just go somewhere else. Then you can give it a try if you want." Says Jake while scratching his chin and showing his glass pipe

"Yeah! Let's do something different once in a while!" agrees Lady.

"OK... let's go and see the damn party" gives up Bonnie "And no Jake, I don't wanna try it" stats firmly

"OK, chill out princess" says Jake while walking forward.

Suddenly they hear screams and laughs coming from the house they are heading to. A crowd had gathered in a circle in the front yard. Some are just screaming excitedly, some are holding their phones recording or taking photos. However all of them want the same: blood.

Again, and again, and again... the guy has blacked out while ago and still she continues to punch his face. The girlfriend is crying and yelling from her spot in the crowd, too much afraid to do something else. A bloody mess sprawled everywhere, her hands are all stained. His face is deformed by the swelling that started to form all over. She is not thinking at all. She shoved all her frustration in the motionless body, that now looks just like a dead weight corpse. Finally someone from the crowd snaps out and have the guts to grab her arms from behind. Marceline glares back with rage when her furious eyes met Bonnie's honey ones. Then reality comes back at her. Her body relaxes and then she looks down at was she had just done. Guilt starts to form in her gut. Damn, she had done it again. She lost control and went all berserk.

The other girl looses her grip, looking worried by the seemingly unstable state of mind of the other. In the distance, a police siren can be heard. Marceline jumps and realize what is going to happen if she remains there. She runs as fast as she can, through small alleys all the way until she even doesn't know where she is. She drops herself in the dirty floor between the garbage, exhausted and confused, despite the rush she is still drunk. She lights a cigarette watching the clouded night sky.

Full moon makes me happy *howl* and makes me write a lot. But my internet service failed so I couldn't publish this until now wich it's not all bad 'cause I edited it many times and advanced like three more chapters that I will not publish just now (they are not polished), but I'm working on it. I promise when I have the right mood I'm gonna finish by its cover.