𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 Ӝ ᴡᴇɴᴄʟᴀɪʀ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘗𝘵2 ⊹ 𝚅𝙸𝙸𝙸

(A/N: I found that a lot of people really liked the first part and wanted another part, this part will have quite some angst but also some fluff! More fluff then angst 🤷🏼‍♂️ I hope you enjoy❤ start time: Wed, Dec 21st 8:53pm
TW:
SH
Pls refrain from reading if triggering!!)

Wednesday's POV:

"I'll always be here for you. You got this, my love." She said quietly. I sat there in silence, tears threatening to fall from those words. "Thank you, Enid." I said softly. Enid squeezed my hand slightly, I winced when her arm touched mine. My arms still stung from the previous moments in the bathroom. She noticed and grabbed my chin, tilting my head so I was looking at her. "Wen, are you okay?" She looked rather concerned. I smiled at her slightly trying to stop her from asking more. "I'm okay cucciola" I replied planting a small kiss on her forehead.

There was no way I would tell her what was really happening. 'It's my only escape. The only way I can feel most things. I can't have it taken from me.' Self harm had become basically an addiction, something I was heavily dependant on. My arms covered up and down in scars, healed, fresh, and in between. 'I'm so fucking dependant on that stupid x-acto knife to fix my problems.' I was lost in my thoughts again. "Are you sure?" She asked. I nodded and slipped my hand out of her grasp.

I stood up, kissing her cheek and walking back over to my side of the dorm. I felt tired, more tired then normal. My eyes felt unnecessarily heavy. I laid down in my bed and wrapped myself in the blanket. Even if it stung when my arms pressed against my body I stayed wrapped up. I fell asleep quickly, the crying really must have drained my energy.

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I woke to the sound of quiet music, a song from Enids playlist that I said I liked. I rolled onto my back with a slight smile, until I looked down. My heart dropped, my sleeves were rolled up the scars, fresh and healed littered on my arms showing to anyone. I quickly pulled my sleeves down and sat up slowly. As I sat up I heard the music stop, I looked over to see why.

Enid was staring me, it looked like she'd been crying. "Enid?" I asked quietly. She just blinked and got up turning away from me completely. She walked into the bathroom and I heard her going through things. 'Please tell me she didn't see them.' She had. I couldn't tell if she looked mad or if it was just cause of the tears as she walked out with things in her hands.

She moved a small table in front of my bed and slammed 3 things down. X-acto knife, bloody paper towels, and my anti depressants. "Why." I heard her voice cracking as she said it. It hurt to see her so upset like this, I just looked down at the 3 things. I couldn't find my words and tears were dwelling in my eyes. "Why, Wednesday?!" She was asking but half yelling in the process.

She was most definitely mad at me and I didn't know why. I chewed on my lip trying to stop any and all tears that fell. I felt Enids hands by my arms, I saw the tears fall from her eyes. "Please Wednesday, why are you doing this?" I think she had noticed her tone before so softened it. She walked around the table squeezing my hands as she sat down.

Enid's POV:

I couldn't stop the tears from falling anymore, I didn't wanna cry it wasn't my place. I'm scared, I'm scared that what she's doing will result in something like death, hospital visits, or me finding her on the bathroom floor. I wasn't mad at her, I never would be mad at her for something like this. She's struggling and all I want to do is help her. She has so much going on and I wanna try to understand why she's doing what she's doing.

I stared into her eyes, I could see the tears threatening to fall from hers. I saw her chewing her lip, her leg bouncing, everything. "Wen, I'm sorry about my tone just now. I promise I'm not mad at you, I'm scared, and I'm worried. I don't want to find you dead or seriously hurt like this Wednesday, I love you and I cant lose you." I squeezed her hands, continuing to watch her. Her hands shaking in mine. "I-" she tried to say something, anything but she was struggling, she couldn't find the words she wanted. "Think about what you wanna say. Wednesday I'm sitting here right now because I'm trying to understand why. The only way I can understand why you're doing this is if you talk to me. I don't want to force you, I'm not gonna force you to talk because I know topics like this are hard but I really, really want to, need to understand" I said quietly.