Enid
Me and Wednesday have been talking forever. I was supposed to play football with my brothers, but this is a once in a lifetime experience. Wednesday Addams on a texting spree with me? My brothers went pounding on my door, but I told them I was busy, so they shrugged and left. I don't really want to be around family anyway. I don't really want to admit it, but, I'm kind of scared. What am I to them? They're powerful, and I'm new to all of this. Besides, I haven't wolfed out since the attack, and I wonder if I even will. See? I don't want to deal with this.
Weirdly enough, Wednesday is bringing me comfort through this. I can't wait till she gets here. Although it's in two days. Did they have to drive? My mom has been aggravated lately. Dad's the only one stopping her from doing something. My brothers seem to be oblivious.
"Enid?!" My mother shouts from downstairs.
Speak of the devil.
I shakily get up from my bed and head outside my room.
"Yes?" I mutter.
She walks down the hallway and rolls her eyes. Her hair is ungodly messy.
"Stop shaking, I'm not going to attack you."
Right. Well, maybe. Come on Enid, you're stronger than this anyway. I straighten myself.
"What do you want?"
She glares.
"You know what? I'm trying to help you and in return you give me all this attitude?"
No. I'm tired of this. I'm done.
"What do you want from me? It's a simple question." I say flatly.
Oh no.
She starts rushing down the hall and gets me in a chokehold before I can react. I drop my phone to the floor.
"I'll help you wolf out myself, like I should have. When will you stop acting ungrateful?!"
Her eyes bore into mine. I can feel her tight grip on my throat and can imagine the red marks I'll have for a while. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. I try to breath as well as I can so I can choke out the sentence that might save me.
"I already did."
"What?" She slightly loosens her grip.
"I already wolfed out." I say, hoarse.
She lets go of me and steps away, dumbfounded.
There's a few moments of silence before I realize explanation is needed.
"I didn't want to tell you because I didn't know what you would do."
She looks deeply hurt.
"You didn't trust me?"
Part of me wants to say no shit, and part of me feels guilty.
"...no."
She gives me a nod and walks off.
"Take out the trash."
Well, that was horrifying.
I slowly pick up my phone and see a few messages from Wednesday. The most recent one asks if I'm okay. Wednesday asked if I was ok? I take a deep breath.
Enid
Not to sound all needy, but wasn't an airplane or something faster? That sounded rude god I'm sorry
God, I'm a disgrace to my family and my friends. A bubble pops up and stays for a while. She's probably going to yell at me.
Wednesday
We're banned from nearly every airport in the country. Uncle Fester tried something a while back. My sympathies for our slow arrival. Are you alright? You haven't responded.
Enid
Oh, no it's ok, I'm so grateful you're coming anyways.
Wednesday
We've already talked about this, Enid. You saved my life, this is the least I can do. Are you doing alright?
Enid
haha what did your uncle do?
Wednesday
It's an extremely ravishing story, but I believe you would not sleep for months after hearing it. Are you okay?
Enid
Oh haha probably won't like the story then lol
Wednesday
Are you dyslexic?
Enid
What? No?
Wednesday
Didn't think so. You seemed able to read my texts earlier but it is apparent you are missing a key factor in my messages.
Enid
What do you mean?
Wednesday
Are you okay?
Enid
Doesn't matter really.
Wednesday
Of course it matters if I ask it. I presume you aren't. Change of plans on the torturing? I have some lovely ideas.
Enid
No, it's fine.
Wednesday
What did she do? Are you in danger now? Tell me what I can do.
Enid
I'm fine I already said, can we not talk about this?
Wednesday
It's important, I need to know.
Enid
Please Wednesday, I don't want to.
Wednesday
That doesn't matter, I need to be able to assess the situation.
Enid
JESUS YOU DONT KNOW WHEN TO STOP DO YOU? I SAID I WAS FINE.
Fuck. What have I done know? I drop my phone and kick it across the room. Then I stomp up to my room and collapse on the bed. Why can't I do anything right? She was trying to help. Wednesday Addams actually cares about you and you push her away? Are you crazy?
Screaming into a pillow would be too loud. I settle for sobbing.
I image my phone on the floor. I image her yelling at me, which I deserve. Worse yet, I imagine her not responding. She probably won't talk to me again. She's probably asked to head back already. My mom was right, anyway, and I had the audacity to think I was better than what she said of me? Disgusting. That's what I am.
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For the next few hours I cry into my pillow, avoid my phone, take out the trash so at least I can be partially helpful, and go back to crying. I think about watching one of my favorite movies to calm myself down, but I know I don't deserve it anyway. As I turn of the TV, I hear knocking at the door. My mom is probably busy, Dad is at work, and I have no idea where my brothers are, so I walk over to open it.
Before I touch the handle I think think about the mess the person at the door will have to see. I pity them.
I give the handle a turn and pull it open.
Standing in the doorway is Wednesday Addams.
Duhn Duhn Duhn
Hope fully this wasn't cringy.
Ok bye.
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