Getting Better
Another piece of balled up paper. The trash bin was almost overflowing, and Thing had no idea if there would even be a trash bin left in view by the time Wednesday was done writing. The gloomy girl stared at the empty page in front of her, drawing blanks while racking her brain, trying to iron out a section of her novel. It had been like this for the past few days, Wednesday writing about three or four sentences before Thing added the paper to the growing pile of its siblings. It was really becoming quite irksome, as Wednesday had never experienced such heavy writer’s block. Before this mass genocide continued, however, someone came to the poor papers’ rescue.
The door to their room burst open, followed by ear-piercing cries and sobs. Enid stormed in shortly after, her claws extended as she began slashing anything and everything on her side of the room with no regard. Out with one genocide, in with another, Thing remarked to himself. Nothing was safe from her wrath; remnants of Enid’s outlash still littered their room weeks later. Wednesday looked on with bated breath. As the werewolf made her way over to her desk, however, something pushed Wednesday to action.
"Enid, stop!"
Her claws halted mere inches from what she was about to destroy. Enid turned her head towards Wednesday, her eyes enraged yet still filled with tears. She inched closer towards her, the ire disappearing from her eyes as she left behind the snoods that were about to be brutally massacred. When the distance between the two ceased to exist, Enid collapsed into Wednesday’s arms.
"Eni-" She instinctively drew her arms to push her away, but one look at the girl stopped her dead in her tracks. Shaky breath. Silent sobbing. Red around the eyes. With great effort, Wednesday took her arms and, instead of pushing Enid away, gently wrapped them around her, pulling her into a soft embrace. Enid's eyes widened slightly as she let out a light gasp, but quickly she reciprocated, her claws retracting as she returned the hug.
"...Y'know, I wouldn't have minded the pain. Might have even enjoyed it, actually." A brief chuckle escaped Enid's lips.
"Just hug me for a while longer. Please."
"As you wish.”
Thing began tapping out a message, but one look from Wednesday shut him up in an instant.
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"So, care to explain all that?" After regaining the ability to think rationally and not maul everything around her, Enid hastily drew away from the embrace. She didn't want to bother Wednesday any more than she already had, after all, ESPECIALLY after intruding into her personal space without warning.
"It's nothing Wends, sorry for being overly-dramatic earlier!"
"If that was nothing, then I envy whoever or whatever is on the receiving end of your 'something,'" Wednesday quipped, looking over at the remnants of Enid's room. "And what's with the bizarre condensation of my name all of a sudden?" the girl inquired.
"Well, I just think it's kind of cute! Don't you like it?"
"No," she lied. "Regardless, you have to tell me what happened. I'd like to have a few... words with whoever or whatever caused you to act like that."
Despite the seething anger and obvious threats to people's lives, Enid couldn't help but feel warm inside after hearing her friend’s reaction. "Alright, alright, Wends, I'll tell you. Just, don't overreact too much."
"Let's hear it, then."
Enid began explaining the situation. The date that she had planned with Ajax. The fancy restaurant. Their one year anniversary. How excited she was to spend the day with the one she loved. And finally, how it all shattered when he cut things off entirely.
"And so, just days before our first anniversary, he suddenly tells me that he wants to break up with me just OUT OF THE BLUE and with NO EXPLANATION. He even said he hated me when I just wanted to know why. I mean, how could he do that to me? Did it really mean nothing to him at all? All that time we spent together? All the dates, the nights under the stars, the comfy afternoons in his room, I just-" The tears resumed the journey down her face. All the while, Wednesday simply listened in gobsmacked silence.
"I'm getting my nail gun." Enid laughed a little, only to look up and find Wednesday scouring through her hordes of weapons for the correct tool.
"Wait, wait, wait, Wends don't!"
Wednesday looked back, having finished her search. "Didn't I tell you? He breaks your heart, I'll nail gun his." Her finger was tense on the trigger, as if she was ready to shoot at any moment.
"I appreciate the thought, really, but it's okay!" Her eyes were downcast again. "Getting revenge on him like that won't help me. Hurting him back won't help me." Wednesday's grip on the weapon softened.
"Even after that betrayal, I still... like him. I don't get it. I don't understand why my heart won't just let go of this stupid boy, but it won't." She gripped her chest, as if telling her heart to stop beating so damn hard for him. "Just the idea of hurting him breaks my heart a little more."
The room was silent for a brief moment. Silent save for quiet footsteps. Then, cold hands met Enid's own.
"Look. I... can't really say I’m entirely aware of.. what exactly it is you're feeling... at this present moment," Wednesday muttered, stumbling through the words. She glanced at Thing for help, but he only flashed back a thumbs up. I swear I'll get you back for this later.
"But, just know that, if you ever happen to reconsider your position on nail-gunning his heart... I'll do it, okay?" She rubbed her thumbs over Enid's, searching in her eyes and her face whether she had said what she needed to. Her self-doubt was dispelled, though, by Enid's warm, gentle laughter.
Her gaze fell down to their hands, now thoroughly intertwined. "You're getting better at this, y'know? Cheering people up."
A touch of color graced Wednesday's face upon hearing this line, though she averted her gaze to hide this from Enid. Thing made a mental note to tease her about it later.
“I just needed something to test my nail gun on.”
"Thank you, Wednesday. I feel better, I really do." Enid glanced back up at her, slightly confused as to why she was hiding her face all of a sudden, but cheerful nonetheless. “But no nail-gunning, got it?”
"...Fine. I'll be getting back to my writing time now. Thanks to you, I still have 25 minutes left." Enid only smiled back. Wednesday held on for a bit longer, but eventually made her way back to her desk and resumed her task of not writing anything relevant to her novel.
Getting better, huh... She brought her hand to her lip and felt an unusual warmth. Enid's. This isn't too bad...
Wednesday kept her hand to her face for longer than she'd like to admit, only being interrupted by Thing. He grabbed her hand then mimicked a dramatic, smitten fall.
"Do that again, Thing, and the next fall you'll mimic will be Sherlock’s," she threatened, trying her best to not look embarrassed. The hand only pattered around while avoiding Wednesday's attempts at grabbing him, satisfied with what he had accomplished today.
"Is everything alright over there?" Enid called from her bed. Wednesday glanced at her for a quick second, allowing Thing the window of opportunity he needed to escape from her incessant attacks.
"Worse now," she grumbled, displeased in having failed to capture the mischievous appendage.
"Whatever you say, Wends," she said with a giggle, swiftly getting back to bombarding Yoko and Divina with more information about her situation in their group chat. The Nightshades were not going to have a fun time for the next few days.
Swallowing her loss (albeit with difficulty), Wednesday returned to the blank page in front of her. Up until this point, she was at her wit's end in regards to what to write for Viper's lines. This was more of an emotional scene, after all; something Wednesday certainly wasn't an expert in. Enid's words rang in her mind once again.
Her fingers began tapping away at the typewriter. It was at a snail's pace initially, but she sped up as the words she had stumbled into with Enid began dancing on the page.
'I swear to you, he'll pay for what he did. I'll shoot him right through his goddamn heart.'
'You know, Viper. You're getting better at this kind of thing.'
'Better? At what?'
'Cheering people up.'