Musica for one
[Senior year at Nevermore]
— Tanaka.
— Addams.
Wednesday was in the main courtyard, reviewing some notes since they had had the last class of the day, when she felt the shadow of the vampire approaching, it was clear that her intentions were not bad, so she refrained from threatening her with the garlic that she always carried in his pocket for emergencies.
— You know why I'm here.
— Would it kill you so much to ask? Or does your bloodsucking pride keep you from spouting a whole sentence that lowers you to talking to those who aren't your kind?
— Look, I'm not in the mood for your 'mood', I just came here to check on Enid. —The brunette raised an eyebrow— she doesn't answer my messages, she doesn't update her blog. May I know if...?
— I haven't done anything to him.
— And I have to believe you because...
— Because you have to be very stupid to think that after she saved my life, I would stoop to making hers impossible. And if those are all stupid questions, then I retire.
— Addams, I swear that if I find out...
She couldn't even finish the sentence, a piece of garlic brandished in her face in response, as Wednesday glared at her.
— If he doesn't want to answer your messages, if he doesn't want to have you around, much less try to show signs of wanting to communicate with you, then you should take the hint and not come to torment me as if I were his babysitter, so have a little decency and Go whine with someone who does care how you feel.
The brunette took her notes and walked away from the patio towards the bedrooms muttering.
— It's not like she wants to talk to me either.
She reached the entrance to the bedroom and hesitated for a second before turning the knob, she felt helpless? that was perhaps the word that came closest. Ever since she returned for her last year at Nevermore she felt that she could finally make space in that emotional hole in which she lived, for a person like Enid.
But she was very wrong, Enid not only ignored Yoko or Ajax or Eugene, with whom she had already exchanged words before on the same subject, Enid ignored her, avoided looking at her, avoiding her presence, attended classes but it was always in the chair farthest away, she was always the first to arrive and the first to leave. And when they weren't in her classes he locked himself behind her screen, which now completely covered the space between her bed and hers.
She didn't want everything to be more difficult, for her it was her bad luck -of course, now she considered it bad luck- because she never socialized enough to have a friend, she didn't know how to deal with the estrangement of this either. . She didn't know if she had to give her space, or force her to speak, but she didn't feel like it was the right thing to do either. Because she wasn't sure what was bothering her.
Was it something she said? Did she do her? Did she fail him? Does he hate her maybe because after all the altercation at Nevermore she almost lost her life? Maybe that was it, she was destined to destroy the lives of those who got too close as if there were a circle of water full of piranhas surrounding her.
Sure, she made sense. Although that didn't explain why Yoko and the others also had to be affected by that situation.
she sighed. Did she sigh? She would never get used to all the feelings that came in the "being friends with a drastically off rainbow girl" package.
She knocked before turning the knob, she had learned that entering without knocking caused a certain disturbance if Enid was around at the time.
She entered the room carefully and from the hasty movement of the side opposite her bed, that Enid was already there.
— Good night.
The bulge under the rainbow blankets stirred and a hand whose nails tried to emulate colors that could easily cause a photosensitive attack on someone, waved in greeting.
— Yoko asked about you. —From the corner of her eye, she noticed that the hand went back to hide— and you know that it's not the first time they've asked. Could you... could you at least reply to her messages so they know I'm not holding you hostage when there's no school.
A severed hand reached out from that side of the room and reached for Wednesday, her gaze searching for all he could have learned in her absence.
"Crying all the time"
— Uhm... Enid, you should...
She stopped herself, she didn't want to give him advice, she wasn't the one to do it, she pressed her hand to her head and making a small fist she hit her forehead, she took a deep breath.No, she wouldn't get in the way of whatever was going on over her little head.
— I'm here, in case you're wondering. And if not, I hope not to bother you with my presence.
The bulge under the covers seemed to freeze for a moment, the brunette had a derisory outburst and she took a couple of steps in front of her and restrained herself, she wouldn't push her, not like the others tried to do.
— Today I will be practicing on the balcony, if you need anything.
With the help of Thing he went to the outer part of the room and getting the music material ready he chose Leo Brower's "A November Day" and began.As she rummaged through the notes on her instrument, she felt that the pressure in her chest was getting bigger, that something was burning her and it wasn't just because of the pressure she was exerting between the cello strings, it was something else that was choking her breath and undermining her.Almost at the end of the song she simply couldn't take it anymore and as silent as mortals, some tears began to run down her face.Enid hurt him, knowing that she couldn't heal her pain burned him and it was all as frustrating as the end of that song.