Wednesday heard yet another rumour about herself, she frankly didn’t care for it nor did it matter, it only bugged her about the topic. Recently a photo of an individuals bleeding arm has been swirling around the school.
being the resident goth girl, formally known among uncultured swines as the “emo chick”, people have been making some assumptions about it, surprisingly it wasn’t hers, even more shockingly she actually has close to perfect mental health, this leaves the search to find who’s it belongs to.
it only mattered to Wednesday so much because she knew a few people who resorted to this and lost a few in the process. A few promising to be better than the only thing that improved was their ability to hide it. Developing into a rational fear the monochrome girl has.
in the greenhouse on Friday afternoon, buzzing with anticipation for the upcoming weekend, she heard the cruel words spike in popularity, from every corner of the circular room did she hear the same old story, “did you hear, that murderous emo chick slashed up her whole arm and the pic got leaked”
Wednesday sat there, taking it all in, thinking about the true culprit, if she- when she figured out who it was she would confront them and get them help but under no circumstances would she tell anyone else and get the depressed impression taken off her back, her reputation could not get worse considering a monster literally followed her round for a term, even more importantly her rep did not matter to her one ounce.
at lunch, in the courtyard Enid sat and looked on edge like a hero in a movie was just betrayed by their friend sitting in jail. Staring down tapping her fingers against her tray. Once Wednesday joined her she fell back into her normal attitude, bright bubbly and beautiful.
Wednesday was silent like she was at the start of the year, unusually so, she had grown attached and accustomed to Enid, Enid was the only one who had seen her with her hair down, offered her hugs when she cried like once, the only one who was there when thing nearly died, the only one when Wednesday got attacked twice.
it wasn’t common knowledge that they were more than friends but that was it, with no label feeling safer than coming out fully, it was a danger to Enid being a werewolf, Wednesday wouldn’t be taken seriously as an author being a lesbian, and both of them would be shunned from their families.
so that was going to be a no, they were girlfriends just without saying it.
Wednesday had a seizure like vision ending her up bedridden when she tried to stand up from the table, heading to her dorm. Her head hit the ground as Enid screamed trying to shake her awake.
in the vision the previously mentioned uncultured swines where sending the picture around, one daring to ask Wednesday herself if it was really her. Wednesday was passed the phone, and not knowing how to work one of the modern devices she accidentally zoomed out, showing Enid’s recognisable sunset sweater on the sleeve. Her mouth was ajar at the horrific thought that that may be Enid, she stared in disbelief, pupils dilated fully, unfortunately her visions are never wrong.
pushing her eyes open with full force she was horizontal on her bed, so incredibly comfortable in her bed which she noticed was eerily similar to the way Enid slept, she remembered telling her there was no use to sleeping that way because it’s harder to make your bed each morning, she then found out Enid often forgot to make it almost every morning.
It surprisingly came in handy when Wednesday had a particularly rough day where things needed to be done a certain amount of times, the most common one was 2 times for everything.
Today wasn’t one of those days and her head was clear except for the major headache from smashing her cranium on the pavement.
she saw Enid picking at her nails maintaining her horrid posture on her bed. In the same sweater in her vision.
the blonde glanced at the noirnette smirking at her across from across the room immediately bursting into a wide grin, “you’re awake!” Wednesday nodded as best she could rubbing her face against her pillow, “why am I in my pyjamas?” Very on monotone theme, she said as her eyes closed from exhaustion
“well, the doctors said you had an epileptic seizure, you were in the hospital for a night in a little mini coma” the wolf giggled, “then they said you could come back here since this morning, so it’s Saturday at 16:00 right now, I know how you don’t like 12 hour time :)” she said smiling, overjoyed at her girlfriends awakening.
”I didn’t want you to have to sleep in your uniform so I” Wednesday just smiled at her, her arm overhanging on the bed, practically touching the floor.
The Addams sat up in bed, her hair loose and wavy, she rubbed her eyes, looking around the room searching for answers to the vision.
”…” there was an awkward silence before the blonde opened her mouth.
”they’re saying it was from blood loss” she said looking deeply into the floor, distracted.
”I was so glad to know that it wasn’t you, I was really worried” she said unmoving, Enid knew it wasn’t Wednesday because it was her, she took that photo, it was her tradition to save it as a moment in camera roll form every once in a while, heck if she’s feeling psychotic she might even put it on twitter but she’s trying to stop her addiction to that site.
”of course I knew it wasn’t you, I just wanted to be sure!” She said flustered trying to not sound mean.
”don’t worry pup I know you don’t think it’s me” Wednesday said with a sigh.
Wednesday walked/hobbled over to the much more colourful part of the room. Passing the stained glass side feeling lighter in every aspect, jumping into bed with Enid who had a stupid grin on her face, hugging nes’s waist, slowing letting her eyes close, “can you plait my hair please?”out of nowhere and fairly odd because NO ONE was allowed to braid Wednesdays hair. “Uh… okay” Enid said bewildered at this moment Wednesday had severe trust in her,
Wednesday was high making autistic with very bad sensory issues so she might have chopped your head off if you touched her when she didnt want it. If you dare play with her hair, not just brush past she might have bit your head off then glued it back on to give you a slow and painful death as possible. God rest all those who tried (rip xavier)
”Enid?”
“Hmh”
”…who do you think was in that photo” nes said so deadpan it was shocking, which meant she knew something, Enid wasn’t sure what but she knew something. Wait- you don’t think she knows do you? She thought to herself, she said before that her visions never lie and they give her clues to what shes- dear god, she knows. Enid took a panicked sigh out, leaving her chest suspended and her lungs weary.
”whoever said somethi-“
”i didnt ask that Enid, i asked who do you think is in that photo 😐”
the blonde began to sob, crystal tears forming in her eyes
“I’m sorry Enid, I didn’t mean it like that!” She apologised but the victim that run out of the room wiping her eyes.
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she was putting on her shoes to run after the upset canine but Wednesday realised that she was wearing an oversized T shirt as a night dress and nothing else, and no socks oddly so shoes would be pointless. She still spent a minute taking in the fact she fell back this time yesterday in her UNIFORM to wake up in her PYJAMAS after a mini COMA. Enid probably saw her naked greatly disturbing her, all that smutty nakedness was a big no no for her, she just didn’t see the point, she didn’t mind really but if optional she would dive bomb for the no thanks.
* ring ring ring* yoko rang Wednesday. She must have seen her best friend running through the corridor and thought something happened, which it did.
”what happened to Enid??!?!?”
”i… told her that the person in that photo was me” obviously a lie, she covered for her love not knowing if yoko knew or not.
”oh… I don’t know what to say to that”
”uhuh bye” Wednesday ended the call managing to press the right button this time after Enid taught her.
Wednesdays pov
sprinting to get dressed in non pyjama clothes, I had one shoe tied fully and the other one was good enough to run, I dashed all around campus, idiotically in a short sleeved top, if those imbeciles actually payed attention they might not be so easy to lie to. If I have to make a written statement to avoid Enid needing to confirm I will, if I have to go in the news for this I will.
i ran to yokos room hoping she’d be there but no joy, yoko looked a little puzzled for my lack of self made scars after confirming them only a minute ago raising an eyebrow at me suspiciously,
I pinched the bridge of my nose squeezing my eyes shut in annoyance, drawing a breathe in, with a sigh I said “it was… an old photo” rolling my eyes.
“Did you see where e-“
”she went outside” I nodded and booked it in the other direction
My hair was tied back in a ponytail cause I didn’t have time to plait it, usually I need to do them twice until it feels right but I did do they ponytail twice, you know just incase Enid and everyone I love gets in a plane crash it won’t be fully my fault
who knew wearing plaits everyday for 3 months then not for one day can cause people to stop and stare.
”look there’s the mentally ill emo chick, Hey she changed her hair??” A few by-passers spoke
geeze I wasn't aware of how big of a deal this was.
i saw Enid leaning against the tree on the edge of the grounds. "please Enid, come inside it's storming, we can talk about this",
"no we won't im so sick of this, how dare they, and how dare they think it was you as well, why don't you care more??"
"i didn't care before, i care significantly more now i know who it was!" i retaleated emotionally.
i pulled her into a hug, one as tight as the binds of my novel
the charity dance was tonight and it was an awful one, swarming with couples and colours, it made Wednesday gag and feel a backlash of repulsion, she wanted to throw up her guts in efforts to not see all this joy.
Enid had got her the makeup basics as a birthday present and the goth girl felt inclined to use them.
staring into the grimy mirror with really mediocre lighting in the dorm bathroom, one with a desk thing with mirrors from floor to ceiling in the middle then toilets on the sides. She leaned into the glass trying her hardest to not mess up her eyeliner.
a group of girls came around from the other side, mockingly pointing and snickering.
”so was that like you in that pic?” A tall ringleader esc girl asked after being pushed forward by her minions, she was laughing, even though it wasn’t Wednesday in that photo it was still a serious issue.
being sensible Wednesday ignored them, it took a lot of impish pestering and Wednesday smudging her mascara to get her to speak
”so what if it was??” She asked defending
“was it like actually you though? It doesn’t seem like something you’d do like seriously like”
bewildered at seeing someone max out how many times you could say like in a sentence she formulated a response
”it was an old photo, there you happy?” It obviously wasn’t an old photo of any kind because there were no scars of any kind showing through her mesh sleeved dress
Though it sounds like a plausible scenario they didn’t budge and weren’t believing towards it
being mature she didn’t interact with them much further, still groaning when they questioned her more
it got to the point where they were shaking her trying to get her attention, one of them was ruthless enough to tug at her sleeve as you do, peeping Tom over here was just curious-WHO DOES THAT
”omg I knew it, was just doing it for attention” the murmurs though the group of girls went around, “ omg they were fake?” She clearly felt betrayed a little ironic but ok go off queen.
”wafer was it?”
“ Wednesday”
”yuh huh well Wisconsin is think your a scammer who deserves to be stood on, liek that’s such a bad thing to lie about, not even like joking yeah, my sisters godmothers aunt’s cousin was mentally ill that’s like so not funny to like joke about” even more ironic, she was heard earlier bullying people with eating disorders for her aesthetically pleasing YouTube channel by thing, five fingers really does equate to excellent hearing