Wednesday lets out a strangled sound as she walks swiftly through the hallway, trying her hardest to get to her dorm without touching anything or anyone. Another student bumps into her slightly, sending her brain reeling. Wednesday speeds up, almost running. Her heart is pounding in her chest and she can feel the blood rushing in her ears, a sort of panic washes over her, calming only slightly when she finally reaches the door to her room.
Wednesday slams the door and crumbles to the floor with a quiet sob. she can feel everything, her shirt collar brushing against her neck, her socks around her ankles, her blazer making her so uncomfortable that it's almost painful. She wants to rip her uniform off and put on something that won't irritate her, but she's too far gone at this point, any movement, any sound or material touching her is going to send her over the edge.
Wednesday is rocking back and forth on the floor, her hands clamped over ears and her eyes squeezed shut. She's so caught up in her panic that she doesn't hear her roommate, Enid, enter the room. The next thing she knows, a hand is touching her arm and all she can think of is him. His rough hands painful against her skin, his breath on her neck, his hand on her thigh, the pain in her face when he hits her for crying. She can feel him everywhere and it sends her into a worse panic.
Is he here? What if he hurts someone? What if he hurts me? Sure, she had gotten revenge by dropping piranhas in the pool and causing him to lose a testicle. But that doesn't take away the fact that he touched her and no matter how hard she tries she can't get the feeling of him off her skin. The goth is sobbing now, her throat raw from her sobs and the tears on her face irritating her even more, she feels light headed and exhausted from the sensory overload and panic but she just can't stop.
Wednesday lets go of her ears to scratch desperately at her arms, red marking forming immediately. The first thing she hears when she takes her hands off is Enid's soft voice and reassuring words. Even when she couldn't hear her, Enid had been whispering reassurances to her. This thought causes Wednesday's panic to slow a bit, Enid's words finally reaching her ears.
The concern in Enids eyes when Wednesday looks up is astonishing. How could someone like Enid, bubbly and bright, care about someone like Wednesday who is dark and broken? Wednesday tries to listen to Enid now, copying the breaths she's showing her. The goth finally starts to calm down, trying to regain her breath. Enid smiles softly at her as Wednesday calms, nothing but care and kindness in her blue eyes.
"I'm really sorry for touching you, Willa, I didn't realize it would make it worse." Enid says apologetically, a small frown adjourning her otherwise bright face.
Wednesday simply shakes her head and waves it off. Groaning when the headache and exhaustion finally hit her, that was the most intense panic attack/sensory overload she's had in a while so of course it's going to have its effects on her.
"Wait here." Enid speaks as she stands quickly, speed walking to the bathroom and coming back with pills and a bottle of water in hand. The goth looks at the pills questioningly.
"Tylenol, for your headache" Enid says with a smile, handing them to the girl who swiftly takes them.
Wednesday stands up, bracing herself on the wall. Shes so exhausted that she doesn't even want to change before falling into bed.m, but she knows she has to. So she gives Enid a tiny albeit grateful smile as she slowly walks over to her dresser. Enid sits down on the goths bed and pulls out her phone, gaining a confused look from Wednesday.
Wednesday goes into the bathroom and changes into some comfortable, loose clothes. When she walks back into the room, the curtains are drawn which definitely helps with her headache and the atmosphere. Instead of eerie silence, soft music fills the air and the culprit is standing next to Wednesdays bed. Enid stands there sheepishly, smiling at Wednesday when she looks at her.
"I know your head hurts and whenever I get overwhelmed I hate being in silence with my thoughts so..." Enid trails off with a small hopeful smile.
Wednesdays heart swells at the thought of somebody doing something like this for her. She nods thankfully at Enid and goes over to her typewriter. She types something out, which a curious Enid tries to see over her shoulder, without touching her or being too close of course.
It's a note that just says "thank you, I appreciate it." But Enid could tell that Wednesday really did appreciate it and that she was grateful. So Wednesday climbs into her bed, despite it being the middle of the day, because Enid had already told her she would call the principal and tell her they were sick so they could rest for the rest of the day.
Wednesday lets a rare full smile grace her lips as she settles into her comfortable bed. Enid smiles as well and lays in her own bed and scrolls on her phone. The soft music drifts between the two and Wednesday starts to think that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be touched occasionally if the touching was done by Enid.