𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 Ӝ ᴡᴇɴᴄʟᴀɪʀ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘦 ⊹ 𝚇𝚇𝚇𝙸𝚅

-Sh

-Throwing up

This gets right into those things. Sorry for no fonts i'm writing on my laptop rn. Sorry for not updating.

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Once again she sit hunched over the toilet. She wonder if this will ever end, will her suffering ever end, will she ever feel better? Wednesday stayed there, kneeled on the floor over the toilet with tears in her eyes. All she wanted was for this to end. Her life, her pain, her suffering, her feelings, every last thing; she just wanted it to end. Wednesday propped herself up more and began to shove her fingers back down her throat, gagging every time. Even if she were to regret this later, there was no going back now; was there? As the dark girl sit hunched over the toilet she hear a knock at the bathroom door. "Wen? Are you okay αγάπη?" She heard a sweet and calming voice ask from the other side of the door. The goth coughed slightly before getting up off of the bathroom floor. "αγάπη?.." Enid asked worriedly.

Wednesday walked up to the sink and wiped her eyes and face. Before the girl went for the door she took a deep breathe. Now ready Wednesday went up to the door and unlocked it, opening it slightly. On the other side she was met with a bright girl, the worry that once covered her face now washed over with relief as she saw the other was okay. "I'm okay, my dear." She mumbled, her voice breaking slightly with every word she spoke. Enid took a deep breathe, "Are you sure? You were in here for a long time and I really just wanna make sure you're okay because if you aren't I wanna help you in anyway possible-" The bright girl was cut off my a small kiss to her cheek, a light but comforting kiss.

Wednesday stared up at the bright girl, "I'm okay." She said calmly. Enid stared at her, worry, relief and concern all washing over her. Wednesday inhaled and held her breath before walking over to her bed and sitting down. She didn't want to lie to Enid, they hated lying to their girlfriend. Nothing honestly felt correct for the dark girl, nothing felt real, she didn't think she was real. She couldn't figure anything out, she didn't know how she felt, how to act. She felt helpless, like there was nothing else out there for her other than pain and suffering. She wasn't sure how to make herself feel better, the only way she could feel anything was if she was bleeding or in active pain.

The girl didn't wanna eat, sleep, or do anything. She just wanted everything to stop. She wanted all of this pain to go away, all of the bothers in her life to stop. She wanted her life to just end. Maybe, if she had just let crackstone kill her, everything would be better. Nobody would have to deal with her, nobody wants to in the first place. Other than Enid, thing, and her family she wasn't sure who else to trust, she wasn't fully sure if she could trust them. Yet again, she wasn't sure if they were real or just another part of her imagination. "Wednesday?" A soft voice asked. She hummed back in response. "You can always talk to me, I promise I'll listen. I'll always be here." The bright girl spoke softly, calmly and in a tone that made Wednesday feel safe where she was. Even if Enid wasn't real, she still found the most comfort when she was with her. "I know dear, thank you." The room was now quiet again, not even Enid was playing music.

Wednesday turned to her side, her back facing Enid and her side. She wasn't tired, she wouldn't be for another few hours. Maybe not sleeping for days on end had actually fucked her up. She got reoccurring nightmares about the night at crackstones crypt, even if not everynight she swore it almost was. Everytime after she'd wake up in a cold sweat. Now, she refused to sleep. Wednesday lay there silently, her nails against her arm. As she lay there she began to scratch her arm, digging her nails into her skin. She knew exactly how this would turn out, she'd scratch the skin from her arm to the point her arm is raw in spots, about to bleed and touching it brings a terrible sting. Everytime before this she'd done it, it had left scars, light pink scars.

So, as time went by she continued to just scratch, even if not super hard in spots she was definitely causing some kind of pain. The pain made her feel better, she was finally able to feel something. It was some of the only times she could ever feel something. Most if not the rest of the time she felt numb, tired, drained, like it was the end. After a little while Wednesday finally stopped scratching, her arm was in more pain then could be explained. The pain just continued to shoot through her arm. Wednesday took a deep breath and rolled over so her back was no longer facing Enid, now she could see across the room to Enid's side. She wrapped herself up in her blanket and layed silently staring over to her girlfriends side, The dark girl had been more tired that she had originally thought as her eyes began to feel heavy. Before she knew it, she was asleep.

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It was now 7:25 in the morning, class started at 8:00 and she had just woken up. Lucky for her, it didn't take long to get ready. Though, when she looked over to Enid's side of the room she saw that the bright girl was in a t-shirt and shorts, just sitting there, her leg bouncing; staring at Wednesday. The Ravenette sat up, covering herself with the blanket, "Love?" She ask quietly. "How long..?" She asked, her voice breaking as the tears began to fall. Wednesday froze. "What?" Her voice no longer having any hint of tiredness. She was awake, completely. "Your arms." She said quietly.

Wednesday felt as if her throat was closing off, she couldn't breathe. How did she find out. "I don't know, what you mean." She couldn't stop herself from taking a pause. All Enid could do was cry, the tears just kept falling. She didn't know what else to do. "Please Wen, How long have you been doing that?" She broke, everything came pouring out. "Not only how long but, why? Why were you?" The girl gasped for air. Wednesday just sat there. She didn't know what to say. Enid got up off her bed and walked over to Wednesday, tears still running down her face as she kneel down in front of her. Enid carefully took Wednesday's arm out from under the blanket, her tender skin in different places ready to bleed. All up and down her arm, scares of all kinds.

Enid made sure she didn't touch any of them, she didn't want to hurt her. "Please, even if not right now; talk to me. Tell me what's wrong. Even if it takes hours, minutes, or seconds. Even if its just a few words. Please, try and tell me what's wrong. I just want you to be okay, I just want to help you." She sobbed. She didn't even want to be crying, she just couldn't help it. The girl Enid loved was in pain, she couldn't help it. Every time Wednesday was in any kind of pain, crying or not; Enid couldn't help but cry. She hated seeing her like this, in such a bad place. "If you need space, anything." She mumbled, kissing the places on Wednesday's arm that didn't have any kind of scars, healed or not. The goth sat there, tears in her eyes. She could only get out two words as her voice broke.

"I'm sorry."

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Word count: 1334

(A/N: sorry for all the angst you guys. Also, some people wanted a part two to wax, so I will be doing that! My apologies for not updating for a day or two, but here you guys go!! I hope it wasn't bad. I really do hope you guys enjoyed itttt:) Love you guys!)

-Coro