TW! SH! INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS!
Wednesday's Point of View
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Just great.
I should have known this was coming. Goody said I was destined to be alone, but for the first time, it doesn't feel good.
Enid just stormed out, honestly, I don't blame her. First, I thought i was helping Rowan by following him into the woods, then Eugene went into the woods without me, and now, Enid and Tyler almost died due to my selfishness.
Maybe my parents and family were right, maybe I should pity who falls under my gaze.
Thinking back on the night that befell on them, an old memory came to Wednesday from when she was fencing with Bianca. 'Your face finally got that splash of color it so desperately needed.'
Was she right? Do I desperately need color? No. I wear all black and I refuse to show any implications of any color. But I always wear long sleeves so nobody could ever see under that, what if I were to...
Her mind was foggy, but clear enough to imply self-harm. She wasn't up for that. Even under her sleaves she would never wear any color.
Mrs. Thornhill enters the room, a look of concern(?) present on her face. No, she seemed off, Wednesday decided to look past it as many teachers act as if they care to get the students more involved. Those teachers have nothing better to do then interfere with young lives to finally have something entertaining to watch.
"I can see that they invoked a tiny spark in you"
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
"Don't worry just a tiny one, barely perceptible to the human eye, but I noticed"
No. This was poor Wednesday's last straw. She finally got hit with the truth, she broke her rules. She broke her rules and got completely distracted by friends. The pain of the red is the least she deserves for what happened to them. What she did to them.
Wednesday went over to her desk where her typewriter sat. "Thing, get me a screwdriver" Reluctantly, he did as told. She went into her desk drawer and picked up an old pencil sharpener that she no longer uses. It was right next to her black bubble gum, so she decided to pop a piece in her mouth. Unscrewing the blade from the tiny bit of plastic, she went to the bathroom so that nobody would see her at her lowest.
Taking off her vest, lifting her sleeves, her adrenaline ran and a faster pace than she thought it would. She kept dead eye contact with herself, to add to the torture, she was going to watch herself suffer for her friends, maybe if it's bad enough, she could be forgiven for the pain she caused. She knew she wasn't going to be forgiven though, because nobody would ever see the weakness she is showing tonight.
She killed Rowan.
Slice
She could see the fact that she hadn't hit any veins, the skin was clearly cut open, but it hadn't been filled with the red immediately. She watched as it took about 13 seconds for the wound to fill with the red before it started spilling onto her arm. She wasn't satisfied. It took too long, and she deserved more for what she did.
She hurt Eugene and now he is in the hospital.
Slice, slice
She almost killed Enid.
Slice, slice
She hurt Tyler and he as well almost died.
Slice, slice, slice
The red was dripping off of her arm onto the floor, not a pool, but a noticeable amount that she would have to clean later. Though, it didn't bother her in the moment, as all she could feel was the numbness in her bones. The adrenaline was so much, but this pain was addictive, she wanted more, she needed more, she deserved more.
She failed to protect Pugsley from those kids.
Slice, slice, slice, slice
She couldn't get herself to care for others
Slice, slice
She pushes people away
Slice, slice
At this point there was no reason for the slicing, she just did it, no pain she felt made her feel better about what she did to the others. Though, eventually, she had to stop or else she would end up stuck on the bathroom floor, unable to move her legs to get up, and too far away for anyone to hear.
She looked under the sink, blood still dripping off of her arms onto the floor, looking for bandages. Grabbing the first aid kit, she brought it into her lap and popped open the lid. No bandages for her arm, she would have to think on her own. She promptly got up, though the suddenness made her head spin like a carousel room with her as the pole in the center. She opened up the bathroom cabinet and grabbed one of her black towels, immediately, she unfolded it and started dabbing her arm, trying to stop the bleeding.
Most of the blood had long dried on her skin so she would have to wash it off. Forgetting about the floor, she pulled down her sleeves and left the bathroom to go to her closet and get clothes to change into so that she could shower. Her long sleeves got caught on some of the blood every so often, and you could see a little bit of red come through the white parts of her sleeve. Noticing this, she rushed back into the bathroom to keep all evidence of what she had just done hidden away from everyone.
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