𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 Ӝ ᴡᴇɴᴄʟᴀɪʀ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 ⊹ 𝚅𝙸

(A/N: This chapter is another chapter rather heavy on angst and includes some rather serious topics.
TW:
SH
Suicidal thoughts/jokes
Slightly detailed gore
Please refrain from reading any further if any of these topics are triggering to you, if not enjoy. Anything spoken in a different language will be translated at the end.)

Enid's POV:

I was sitting at a table in class next to Wednesday, my hand on her thigh. The leg my hand was not on was bouncing rather fast, which wasn't very normal for Wednesday especially if we were in class. I watched as her leg bounced looking up at her face from time to time trying to see if there was any hint in her face that there was something wrong. After a while I just went back to watching the lesson, rubbing her thigh slightly to hopefully help her nerves die down. 'I'll ask what's wrong after this lesson, it's the last lesson of the day anyways.' I wrote down the notes we were supposed to be taking.

After about five minutes I looked over at Wednesday again, she was just staring down at her paper. She had nothing written down she didn't even have a pencil out. 'She's been like this all day. Every class I'm in with her she's just been sitting there blankly, doing nothing. Normally she's at least paying attention and looking at the lesson.' I was trying to go through all these different reasons of why she might be acting like this. 'Stress? She has been pretty stressed out recently. With her writing a new book, classes, her family. Parents week was coming up soon and she seemed pretty stressed about it.' I just watched her for a little while.

The bell rung and Wednesday was quick to get up, she had put her stuff back In her bag about 5 minutes before class was even over. "Wednesday wait-" I basically stumbled out of and over my chair all at the same time. She stopped for a moment to stare at me before she walked out of the classroom. 'Shit. Did I make her uncomfortable or something?' I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked out of the class as fast as I could to try and catch up with Wednesday. I walked to the dorm but she wasn't there, i didn't see her in the halls either.

Wednesday's POV:

I slipped away into a bathroom as fast as I could, I couldn't take it. Everything was to much, I'm overworking myself, working on my book, I'm failing 4 classes. Normally I'm passing my classes all of them. Parents week is coming up and it's stressing me out the most. 'What is mother going to say about me when she finds out I'm failing my classes?? What if they don't accept me and Enid? God I'm showing to much emotion again.' I felt tears in my eyes thinking about all these things.

Emotions made me feel weak, especially crying. I whiped my tears with my sleeve clenching my fists at the burning pain in my arm. I sat there on the toilet desperately trying to stop the tears. The more I rubbed my eyes with my sleeves the more my arms burned. The more my arms burned the more tears came out of my eyes. For over twenty minutes I sat in that stall trying to keep myself composed.

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When I walked back into the dorm I was immediately asked 101 questions, I hadn't even closed the door. "Are you okay?! Where were you? What happened? I was worried sick about you! Why did you leave so fast? Where did you go after class? Why were you so nervous in class?" Enid asked all these questions before I had even gotten the chance to turn back around. I was already overwhelmed and over stimulated and it felt like my head was going to explode. "Stop Enid! For two seconds please!" I yelled. I didn't mean to put I couldn't even process what was being asked of me.

I heard her go silent, little sniffs could be heard. I looked up and her slightly to see that her eyes were watery with tears. 'God dammit I made her cry again!' I'm so stupid. I pushed past her to the bathroom where I immediately closed and locked the door. I couldn't stop the tears now, I was alone in the bathroom where nobody could see me. I just cried, and cried. I made Enid cry, I was probably gonna end up being a disappointment to my parents, I can't finish my book, I'm failing my classes.