𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 Ӝ ᴡᴇɴᴄʟᴀɪʀ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

𝘞𝘢𝘹 𝘱𝘵2 ⊹ 𝚇𝚇𝚇𝚅

Requested by multiple people

SH

THROWING THINGS

ANGST

fluff later on

Small bit of age regressed Enid

Sorry for how long its been sense I posted last, I had a lot going on and then didn't have any motivation so I deeply apologize, ill try getting more chapters out again. This is written on my computer so theres not gonna be any fonts.

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    Enid lay there, alone. The only sound that could be heard was her sniffling. The blood that ran from her arm dripping down onto the bed sheet as she cried. She'd do anything to escape this horrid home that she's forced to live in. She retracted her claws and clenched her phone in her other hand, the one not covered in blood. "What is wrong with me?" She asked herself quietly. "Why can't I do anything right." She mumbled. The wolf sat up, a pain shooting through her arm. She whined in pain. "God dammit! How fucking deep did I go.." Enid clenched her fist and stood up.

If she was gonna do this, she was gonna do it now. Cleaning them later would be to big of a risk, it was already 6 o'clock. Dinner would be soon and she didn't wanna risk anything. Enid went through a small mental note of everything she needed. "Bandages, pain killers, long sleeve shirt, paper towels.." Enid sighed and walked into the bathroom with her things, thankfully she had her own bathroom meaning she wouldn't have to leave her room. The girl stood at the sink watching the blood drip into the sink. "What if I just.." She trailed off. She knew it would be hard to hide if she did. Enid extended her claws once again, "Just not so deep this time." She whispered to herself.

Enid took a deep breath and brought a claw down onto her skin, not pressing hard just letting It sit there. The second she started pressing down and felt the claw slit and open her skin a knock came to her room door. "Enid?" One of her brothers called out. This scared Enid. The sudden scare caused her to push her claw deeper into her skin. Deeper than any other time. Deeper than the last ones. "Shit!" She screamed. Tears began to fill her eyes again, an unexplainable amount of pain shooting through her arm. "Shit, shit, shit, shit." She muttered to herself. "Enid??" He called again. "Enid, are you okay?!" He called, trying to open the bedroom door in a panic.

Well her brother was trying to open the door in a panic Enid was also in a panic. "I'm fine!" She yelled out, putting multiple layers of paper towels over her arm. "Are you sure? It sounds like you're not!" The worry in his voice becoming very known. Enid held her breath and looked away from her arm. All the blood was making her nauseous. By the end of break they should heal or at least almost heal fully. Except for this one. No more short sleeves, even if its hot as shit. She let the breath out, "yes, I'm sure! Did you need something??" She called out. The feelings of throw up moving up her body became intense. "God dammit Enid don't puke. Don't puke, don't puke' She repeated to herself.

Enid dropped down to her knees so there was no chance in falling. "Yeah. Mom wanted me to tell you dinner was ready." Enid's heart dropped, horrible timing. "What's for dinner?" She asked. "Yeah.. About that, she made one of the very few foods you really don't like." Enid took the paper towel off her arm and watched as her cuts stopped bleeding. Though there was a tiny bit of blood that would come out its was good enough to put bandages on. So she did that. Enid grabbed the bandages and wrapped from her wrist up to just a little bit before her elbow. "Can you just tell her I'm not hungry please." She asked as she stood up. "Are you sure you're not hungry? I can get you something else to eat and bring it into you if you want" He offered. Enid slipped on a long sleeve shirt and threw out the paper towels, and popped 2 pain killers into her mouth.