Wednesday had a plethora of things that could have traumatised her to such an extent that she didn’t know what to do with herself. At this point in her life, she had lost count of all the violent near-death experiences she had had.
Blood loss, knives, strangulation, drowning, crushed by a gargoyle, undead pilgrim, arrow to the chest, unknown magical force feeling as if it was ripping her very life force from her, bug-eyed monster. And that was nowhere near half of what she’d experienced, she actually enjoyed those experiences.
It made her body rush with the unexplainable feeling of terror and delight that adrenaline gave her. The fight between life and death.
She didn’t think she was capable of being scarred in such an impactful way, until one day she returned to her dorm earlier than usual, planning to sit in front of her typewriter and spend more time than usual as the omnipotent deity that dictated Viper’s life.
Yet, upon entering the dorm, she pulled up short.
Her internal monologue froze.
Her body tensed.
Her eyes, as usual, had immediately landed on Enid’s side of the room, on her bed. She did not get the usual rush of comfort from the disgraceful display of colours. Instead, it was as if her heart had been carved from her chest by using a rusty knife.
The offending object that was peacefully upon the blonde’s bed made it feel as if someone was yanking her intestines out through her mouth, digging around in her body scooping out her organs in the most unprofessional way Wednesday could imagine.
‘What is that hideous thing doing here?’
Stalking – because the Addams never simply just walked to places – closer to the bed, she stared down at the disgusting thing, it seemingly staring right back up at her, as if it had won a battle Wednesday thought was over long ago.
Wednesday stood there for quite some time, feeling as if dread had crawled into her body, its cold hands gripping her heart, clenching tighter with every pathetic little beat it gave. It was as if a battle between unbridled rage and absolute terror were righting to be the strongest emotion within her body.
She was so focused on the waves of emotions crashing into her brain, that she hadn’t noticed the preppy werewolf practically bounce into the room, stopping short just as she had when she entered, her eyes immediately on Wednesday being flooded with worry.
Clothes being forced into an already overspilling bag.
“You’ll use anyone you want.”
Teary blue eyes staring at her.
“We could have died tonight because of your stupid obsession.”
“I’ve tried really, really, really hard to be your friend.”
Her own tears threatening to spill over.
“You want to be alone, Wednesday? be alone.” the bag breezing past her hip. Lightning illuminating the empty room. The overbearing silence. The crushing loneliness. The fear of losing Enid, for good.
“Wends?” the blonde tried, tentatively. “Is everything okay? You know I love your - weird habits, but this is just – spooky?”
Enid stood slightly behind Wednesday, at her shoulder. Of course, she’d seen the girl in various states of fascination, or obsession, to the point she would do nothing but stare and think. It was haunting in the way only Wednesday could be haunting, it brought butterflies to the werewolf’s stomach a faint blush rising to her cheeks at the thought of Wednesday and butterflies. It was more like ravenous spiders crawling around the pit of her stomach.
Wednesday snapped out of her reverie, her body becoming tense. “Enid, I- I understand that I can be difficult at times. But I had assumed that after last semester, after what had transpired with the Hyde and Crackstone, we had become closer friends than we were previously,” Wednesday dragged her eyes from the bed, instead focusing her gaze on Enid. “I had hoped that if I were to hurt or annoy you in some way, you would confront me about it. Before you left.”
Enid could only stand there with a puzzled look on her face, because one, whilst Wednesday sounded just as bored and disgruntled as she usually did, her eyes seemed slightly more frantic, slightly more scared than usual, and two, what the fuck was she talking about?
“Wends, I really have no ide- “
“Please, Enid, do not pretend that I am a fool. I may not realise the extent of my actions at times, but I am not stupid.” Feeling a sudden rage within her body, without breaking her gaze from Enid’s, she grabbed the cursed object, shoving it in Enid’s face. “I understand what this means, and I am confused as to why it is happening again,” she clenched her fist tighter as if holding the cloth any tighter would cause it physical pain. “Against my better judgement, I believed I had been actively trying to be a better friend to you, for you. And that I was somewhat succeeding, if that is not the case, I’d prefer it if you were to simply tell me.”
Enid’s eyebrows rose higher than Wednesday had ever seen them before, the action pulling Wednesday’s attention to the perfectly pink and jagged scar above her brow. It made Wednesday melt every single time.
“Listen, Willa,” Enid sighed, biting her lip as she tried not to laugh at Wednesday’s dramatics, hoping it wasn’t obvious. Yes, this was painfully amusing, but she did not want to make Wednesday feel as if her feelings were invalid, as if she couldn’t be open. It was still pretty fucking funny, though. “Okay? This? This is a red bag. Now, I don’t understand what offence it must have given you, but before you try to string it up and torture it, I need it for fencing. So, please, leave the innocent bystander alone.”
The muscles in Wednesday’s jaw tightened so harshly that she wouldn’t be surprised if Enid heard her teeth squeaking at the sudden pressure of being forced onto one another, does she really think I am this stupid?
“Fine. If you are so desperate to run to Yoko again, be my guest.” Wednesday walked – no, stalked – towards her desk, pushing the bag against the werewolf’s chest as she brushed past her.
“What?” Enid tried and failed, to grasp Wednesday’s wrist as she was passing. “Willa, what?”
“The last time you used that abominable thing, you left. If that is what you want, I will not force you to stay,” Wednesday ignored the way her heart pounded in her chest, images of Enid’s pained, yet furious, face flashing before her eyes. The memory of how her heart had felt like it was being ripped out of her chest as if Enid had dragged it out of her when she left the shared dorm.
“Oh.”
Enid, still not quite understanding her roommate's reaction but having a better grasp of the situation, slowly walked towards Wednesday, a hand hovering just by the other girl's hand.
“Wednesday, I promise you that I’m not going anywhere. I trust you, and I trust that there will never be any reason for me to leave, without us talking,” she all but whispered as she felt Wednesday’s pinkie slowly latch itself onto hers, the shorter girl avoiding eye contact.
As if spoken through gritted teeth, Enid heard a barely audible, “promise?”
And she felt her heart crumble.
“Of course, Wends, I promise. Always,” she placed a delicate arm around the smaller girl, who unexpectedly curled into her side, hiding her face in Enid’s neck.
Just like the last time they had embraced each other so tightly, they were hit with the feeling of home. An innate sense of comfort that came from feeling as if a missing puzzle piece was finally sliding into place
They both separately decided that those emotions were for another day, forcing them as deep as they could, leaving them in the dark crevices of their minds to be dealt with another day.
Enid wasn’t entirely surprised when the next day, she found a black duffel bag by her bed.
“Any idea what this is, roomie?” Wednesday could practically hear the smirk in the blonde’s voice, she wasn’t all surprised when she didn’t feel the need to threaten that she would cut the smirk directly off of the werewolf’s face. Wednesday thought Enid looked beautiful with her face intact.
“Just know that there will be no ransom note.”
The red bag was never seen again. RIP (rest in pain).