Spell It Out

The Weight Creasing My Sheets

Having finally pried Enid off of Morticia, Wednesday dragged Enid through the halls as the werewolf sniffled behind her. Wednesday felt like livewire the entire time, entirely too aware of how her hand was grasping Enid's. Holding hands was such a loathsome thing, but the electricity that crackled through her arm and to her body when it was Enid's hand excited Wednesday like a good electrocution.

Reaching her room, Wednesday sits Enid down on her crisp all black sheets that covered her elegant bed before closing the door and locking it. As she looked back at Enid from the door, Wednesday realizes that even the way Enid's weight creased the sheets just so, did not bother her. No, it made Wednesday want to memorize the scene, how each crease molded to Enid's shape and size.

Her gaze traveled up to Enid still sniffling, looking back at Wednesday with red eyes. "Sorry, Wednesday."

"What do you have to apologize for?" Wednesday raises a brow as if challenging Enid to give a reason that she would deem acceptable.

"For clinging to your Mom like that, everyone in your family must think I'm so weird now"

Wednesday snorts. "I question if you have ever met an Addams. We can be described as deadly, morbid, macabre, you name it. If you were any sort of normal I would never have been irked by you."

"Oh what would I do without your romantic words?" Enid replied, attempting to smile that is about as sincere as Wednesday saying she has no murderous intentions.

Wednesday clenches and unclenches her fist. For the first time in her life she has a feeling that she cannot approach this with her head in control like she has all her life. Normally she would storm over and demand something of Enid as a way to resolve their issues, since it was usually the fault of Enid's irritating music or garish colors.

Slowly she walks forward until she towers over Enid, gritting her teeth, and gathering the courage to do what she was going to do next.

The way Wednesday's eyes flashed with deliberate intent made Enid gasp, her eyes widening with surprise and fear at what was to come. Wednesday looked almost murderous. Was this the end? Enid's thoughts raced, overthinking what Wednesday could possibly be doing, after locking the door? By the way Wednesday's mouth was turned downwards, this definitely was not about to turn into a make out session (however much Enid wished it would). Maiming, killing, or painful torture flashed through her head as possibilities as Wednesday started leaning in. Enid held her breath and snapped her eyes closed.

To her surprise, fingertips softly pushed her chin up. She could feel Wednesday's breath on her lips as she commanded, "Look at me." Enid gulped as she slowly opened her eyes, worried she would see a machete near her neck.

Instead she saw worry. Pure, unadulterated worry. Her eyes flew wide open in surprise. This was something Enid had never seen on Wednesday. Usually when something happened to Enid Wednesday either looked murderous or immensely uncomfortable. Enid had gotten used to these responses.

"What is bothering you?" Wednesday whispered out. There was no need to be any louder with how close they were.

Enid turned her head to the side, murmuring, "Nothing." She couldn't tell Wednesday. While Wednesday wasn't soft enough to do something stupid like giving up on what they had just for Enid to remain in touch with her family, she was most definitely crazy enough to do something that would get her imprisoned for a lifetime.

Hand slipping up to cup Enid's face, Wednesday gently guides her back until they are looking in each other's eyes again. "You're a terrible liar." Enid couldn't breathe. Wednesday's hand was so soft, her touch cold in a terribly comforting way as if icing a bruise. The genuine look that rested within Wednesdsay's pitch dark eyes echoed in Enid's heart.