Woe it's Wenclair

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Wednesday

I'm almost finished packing. I've got my clothes, toiletries, a few books, my typewriter, and my various torture devices and knives in case Enid lets me use them on her horrific mother. Also, I've packed this disgusting stuffed bunny that Enid seemed to have accidentally put in my luggage. It's been placed on my desk for the last few weeks, but only so I don't forget about it and throw it away, every one of those hideous things seems to be important to Enid. So important I don't know how she could have misplaced it. But that's besides the point. It's a perfect time to give it back to her. I'm tired of looking at it, it reminds me of Enid's side of the room back at Nevermore. Horrific, and not in the good way.

I'm staring at the disgusting bunny when Puglsey walks into my room. I instantly drop the abomination and grab a nearby knife.

"Were you holding a stuffed animal?"

"No. Say anything more and you'll find your head disconnected from your body."

Pugsley smiles.

"Did the colorful girl give it to you?"

I step up to him and place the knife to his throat. He doesn't flinch.

"No, she misplaced it. I was simply packing it so I could give the ugly thing back to her."

"I don't this stroking its ears counts as pack-"

I don't let him finish his sentence. He can't just run off his mouth like that. He knows better.

"OW! That hurt!"

"That's the point. Clean up, you're dripping blood on my floor."

He mutters something while grabbing at his cheek. I slam the door behind him. Only then do I notice my knuckles are still white and clenching the knife. I loosen my grip, and head to clean it off. I should just throw away that disgusting bunny.

- - -

We're on our way now. I've taken shotgun next to Lurch, giving him instructions to which he doesn't respond to, as he knows the way. I'm only covering. I'd rather burn at stake than sit next to my parents and brother as they chatter to me about Enid. It seems my plan isn't working, because they are currently talking like schoolchildren predicting if they'll have a snow day. I speak back to them in effort to shut them up.

"I'm returning the favor. I don't like her, for the thousandth time."

"Oh, but who would have Wednesday Addams running across the country?" My Mother states, crossing her legs.

I take out my knife and lunge at her, but father catches and restrains me. I give him one of my most menacing stares.

"I'm sorry my scorpion, I apologize for talking about this matter, I am aware it makes you feel vulnerable."

I grit my teeth.

"I. Don't. Feel. Vulnerable."

"If you say so, my darling."

"Sorry Wednesday, I won't talk about it anymore." Pugsley says, staring at my knife in hand.

"It's ok to feel things for another person, Wednesday-"

"No, it's not, I feel nothing, and I abhor it."

"In the good way or bad way?" Pugsley asks.

"The good way," I pull away from father, put my knife back and straighten myself. "Obviously."

Father and Mother look at each other but I turn away before I can depict what the look means. Not that I care, anyway.

For the next few hours no one speaks of Enid.