One Shots

Mirrors always show what you dont want to see. - Wednesday x Enid

Inspired by the song Malformed by Mr.Kitty.

I found this song yesterday and I adore it.

3rd person POV

Enid is finding it increasingly difficult to look in the mirror since the scarring. Everyone either avoids eye contact at all costs or blatantly stares at the slashes down her face. Wednesday, however...

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Wednesday has noticed a change in Enid as of late. Despite her affinity for disgustingly wide grins and bubbly laughter, Enid's smiles have grown small and feigned. Her laughter? Nonexistent. Unless you count the obviously forced chuckles she finds when Yoko makes a biting comment.

Contrary to popular belief, Wednesday can notice shifts in the people around her. She merely only takes note of said changes when she actually cares for the person. Enid makes that list, just beneath her family.

It's no secret their group of oddities have each had a crack at bringing back the old Enid. Ajax went so far as to beg on his hands and knees, to no avail. All he got was a tired look from Enid and obnoxious giggles from the peers around them.

Even Bianca has made an attempt to find the bright girl, trying to bring her to the surface with teasing remarks and banter. When Enid replied with, "That's nice," Bianca felt her stomach drop. No jabs back? Not even a barely suppressed growl? What was going on with Miss Sinclair?

This brings us to the present day. It's Wednesday's turn to talk to Enid, at least that's what Yoko claimed. How does one approach the person who often starts the conversations when you're the silent one? The listener, not the instigator.

"Enid." Wednesday greets her, finding the blonde on her bed. This was a common occurrence nowadays, to find Enid curled up on her bed with a teddy wrapped tight in her arms.

"Hey, Wens." Enid manages to reply, albeit muffled under the unicorn plush.

"What, no 'Howdy, Roomie?'" Wednesday tries, cringing upon saying such a phrase.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit tired today is all."

"Hmm, so am I to believe you've been 'just a bit tired' for two weeks now?" Enid meets Wednesday's eye for the first time in days. Seeing the dark bags under blue pools nearly fills Wednesday with remorse...nearly.

"Yes?" Enid whimpers, clearly trying not to tear up. Thing appears out of thin air with a tissue in tow, bestowing it to Enid in a flurry of digits.

"You know why I'm purposely initiating a conversation with you, Enid. Make this easier on us both and answer me truthfully?" Wednesday ask, or did it sound more like a demand?

"Please Wednesday, just leave it?"

"I'm afraid I cannot. Believe me, if I could be anywhere but here right now in this uncomfortable display of concern, I would be." Wednesday sighs, her stoney gaze softening at the sight of Enid tensing. "We are worried about you. I am worried about you."

Enid remains silent, searching desperately for any sign of foul play in her roommate's eyes. Alas, all she finds are brown orbs full of care. She'd give anything to have the life-threatening, self-assured, scowl-faced roomie right now. That's a lie, she adores this side of Wednesday...just not like this.

"I don't wish to pressure you into talking to me nor anyone else, but I am telling you now that you can speak with me if you so desire. No matter what this is about. I would much rather suffer the torment of trivial teenage angst than you being quiet." Wednesday departs to her side of the room after throwing her promise to Enid. Hopefully it is enough to reassure the girl that Wednesday does truly care for her.

Thing remains by Enid's side, retiring against her pillow. Enid turns around again to face the wall, her back to Wednesday.

She can't tell her what's wrong. She already knows how she'll respond. She knows her mind is playing tricks on her. Twisting her view of herself every time she catches a glance of her reflection. How can Wednesday bare to look at her without grimacing. Her face is spoiled. Malformed.

"I feel like a broken version of myself." Enid admits, barely audible enough for the average human to hear. Luckily for her - or rather unluckily, an Addams is not your average 'human.'

Wednesday's head tilts ever so slightly, deep in thought. Enid has sat up straight against her headboard by the time Wednesday returns to her side.

"Elaborate." She orders.

"I don't know, I just...when I see my reflection it doesn't feel like me anymore." Enid subconsciously looks toward the shared mirror along the wall. "I know it's me, but when I look too long I see-" Enid breaks into silent sobs before she can conclude, irking Wednesday greatly.

Instead of making her annoyance known, Wednesday delicately finds a free spot amongst Enid's teddies to sit down. She can already feel the vibrant array of colours staining her skin.

Thing rests on Enid's knee, exuding comfort. It is only when a second hand rests upon her other knee that Enid regains her composure. Her watery eyes meet Wednesday's once more.

"You see?" Wednesday prompts, giving the faintest squeeze to Enid's knee before retreating.

"A monster." Enid states. "And before you tell me how ridiculous that sounds or how stupid I'm being, don't. I already know."

"I was not going to say anything of the sort." Wednesday says, a little defensively. "I have had many a thought the same."

"Really?" Enid instinctively moves closer to Wednesday upon her revelation, feeling drawn to her.

"I would not state something false to you...well, not when you're in such a state.

"Gee, thanks."

"You're welcome." Enid rolls her eyes, her sarcasm blew right over the raven's head.

"It's natural," Wednesday continues, "To have such intrusive thoughts. They can be rather convincing, too." Wednesday tentatively takes Enid's fidgeting hand in her own, stilling the blonde. "They are not truths. Often times they are the opposite of what we truly think."

"But, the marks..." Enid motions toward her cheek, earning the return of Wednesday's scowl as a reward.

"Do not tell me your scars are what deem you a monster. That is preposterous." Wednesday's hand grips Enid's deathly tight, anger getting the better of her. "You gained those scars as a trophy for fighting a real monster. There is no plausible way they could mean anything else."

"How do I fix my reflection?" Enid begs, tears flowing freely once more. "I don't want to feel this anymore."

"I am unsure how to change your faulty eyes, but I will remind you daily how you truly look until I find a worthy fix." Wednesday declares, feeling a burst of triumph filling her chest upon seeing Enid's true smile adorn her face.

"Thank you, Wens. I know I should be able to ignore my head by myself but...I...I am glad to have your help, is what I want to say."

"You will always have me, Enid."

Thing slams himself against the bedpost, aggressively tapping numerous words.

"Yes, she has you too, Thing." Wednesday scoffs.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, TAP!

"As much as I loathe saying it, Thing's right." Wednesday captures Enid's attention again, her hand now ghosting over her scarred cheek. "You are deeply beautiful."

Enid could feel her wolf utterly preening under the compliment. She wasn't that far behind as her head drops into Wednesday's hand, rubbing against it. It takes a beat, but Wednesday soon begins running her thumb back and forth across Enid's cheek, aiding in her sensory seeking.

I'm going to break that mirror. Wednesday thinks.