Prompt: Wednesday asks Bianca about the weird feeling(s) she gets with Enid, and Bianca has to gently break it to Wednesday. Also this is heavily inspired from a story called 'Sunny, Sweet Poison'
TW: Mentions of cutting and verbal abuse. To skip, find the paragraph with 3 stars next to it.
Enid was devastated. It was the second full moon after she had wolfed out for the first time, and yet she was holed up in her shared dorm, curled up on a corner of her bed, and crying from a bunch of conflicting emotions. She pitied herself, then felt ashamed for pitying herself, quoting what her mother would say. 'You better wolf out again, or no one will want to be your mate, and you'll die alone. After all, who would want a pathetic excuse of a werewolf who can't even become a werewolf, and cries herself to sleep on a full moon. Although, you're already a disappointment to your family, so I'm sure your little 'friends' don't expect anything better from you.'
"SHUT UP MOM!" Enid screamed into the deafening silence, not caring who hears, and just wishing she could disappear. All she wanted was for the voice stop.
In an attempt as a distraction, Enid turned to the one thing that made everything go quiet. She gently lifted the left sleeve of her shirt, where multiple other scars were scattered, and willed her claws to come out, and started cutting neat lines into her skin, unconsciously spelling the words 'BE QUIET' .
Finally, the voice stopped, and Enid was left staring and the red blood oozing from her self-inflicted wounds. The usually cheerful lycan was left dazed, as she always is after ordeals like these. Often, cutting would stop the pain, and the girl would go to the restroom to wash the wounds, before wrapping some gauze around the new-found injuries tightly, washing her face, and going back outside, and pretending everything was fine. And this tactic usually worked, forgetting (or at least trying to) the incident until it happens again.
But this time, the pain was still there. Enid couldn't even bring herself to go wash up, and instead curled up tighter, into a ball, clenching her stuffed animal, and just let the blood drip from the cuts. Wishing she could just leave.
Just then someone knocked, before the knob twisted rather gently.
Wednesday's POV:
I heard a scream sound from down the hallway, and although I couldn't hear what was actually said, I did hear the raw anger and pain laced in with the voice. Now normally, this would be something to rejoice over, and I loved torture, be it physical or psychological. But I recognized their voice, the same person who saved me from a grotesque death by the Hyde. It was Enid, the person I had to grudgingly admit I cared for a little, not that those words would ever leave my mouth.
Unwillingly, I broke into a sprint towards our shared dorm, few students giving me questioning stares, which I met with the best death glare that I could muster while internally panicking with concern for Enid. Quickly, I was faced with the door to our dorm, and knocked gently, not something I do often, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
As I twisted the knob, I heard a rustle of sheets and my eyes landed on a huddled lump covered in blankets, that were oddly stained a dark red in a few spots.
"Enid?" I called out softly, a bit too soft actually.
I heard a sniffle, but no response. Knowing now that Enid was under the clump of blankets, I started to reach for her, but stopped when I heard faint tapping. Thing.
Too occupied to be mad at Thing, I looked as he signed a few sentences. He said I should comfort her, and reassure her that she is not an awful person.
"What happened?" I asked him in a whisper. He does his imitation of a shrug, tapping out some words, which basically translated to 'I don't know, I just found her'. I heatedly whisper back, too concerned to watch my tone. "Leave."
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