Shades of Life || Wednesday Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Wednesday's POV:

After three days of being at Nevermore, I was forced to go to therapy. Mrs. Weems drove me to Jericho herself, but I was not in the mood for conversation. She attempted to make small talk with me on the drive there, but I did not respond. The thought of going to therapy made my stomach turn. I didn't believe that I needed therapy; I just wanted to get away from Nevermore. I had had enough of the place and wanted to go home. I wanted to go back to my normal life.

Once we arrived at the therapist's office, I reluctantly followed Mrs. Weems inside. I had no desire to be there, but I knew I had no choice in the matter. I sat in the chair across from the therapist, silently watching as she talked to me about my experience at Nevermore. I listened to her questions, but I didn't answer them. I just wanted to get out of there.

"May I use your restroom?" I ask blankly.

She sighed heavily and motioned with her head towards the restroom door. I obliged and quickly walked over to shut the door. A quick glance around the restroom revealed no other exit, except for a small window, which I immediately set about unlocking. To my relief, it opened easily and I carefully climbed out, taking care not to make too much noise.

I crept around to the edge and peered over the side. A plan began to take shape in my mind and I quickly scanned the area for the best route down. Spotting a pipe, I began to slide down to the ground. Once I had reached the bottom, I quickly made my way past Mrs. Weems' car but I bump into a man carrying crates of apples. My head shoots back and I see flashes of a car wreck. A vision. I see the man in the drivers seat, neck snapped. My head comes back up and the vision stops. I look at the man in shock.

"Get outta here! You goddamn weirdo."

I walk away still looking over my shoulder a couple times. I see a coffee shop and decide to hide out there while I find a way to get out of this town. When I walk in I see a man, a teenager, standing at the steaming coffee machine. The machine is creaking and there us a explosion of steam. I walk up and as the steam fades he sees me and jumps.

"Holy shit!" The boy says.

"I need a quad."

"Uhhh. The machine is kinda broken."

I walk around the counter and look at the machine. "Do you have an instruction manual?"

"Uh, yeah but it's in Italian."

I take the manual from him and start reading. "I need a tri-wing screwdriver and a four-millimeter Allen wrench."

"You read Italian?" He says, shocked.

I look at him, seriously? "Of course. It's the native tongue of Machiavelli."

He looked at me with a deep sense of puzzlement, as if he had no idea what I was talking about. It was disheartening to me; it seemed like so many people today lacked knowledge or appreciation of culture and history. I wished that people would make a greater effort to learn about the world around them.

"Here's the deal. I am going to fix your coffee machine, then your going to call me a taxi."

"Uh, no taxis in Jericho. Try Uber?" He says handing me the tools.

"I don't have a phone. I refuse to be a slave to technology."

He was clearly taken aback when he discovered that I, a teenager, did not have a phone. In today's world, it can be hard to find a teenager who isn't attached to their phone like it's an extra limb. Most of my peers are constantly on their phones, whether it be to text, browse social media, or play games. They rely so heavily on their phones that it's almost become a barrier for them to communicate with others. It's quite uncommon for me to not have a phone, and it's likely why he was so surprised.